What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her - Incest/Taboo

Son masquerades in Dad's costume to fuck unsuspecting Mother.

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Until I began reading stories on Literotica I had no idea how many sons had fantasies... or sometimes even realities... of having sex with their Mother. I mean it isn't really a conversation one has with his buddies. Imagine this:

"Dude, you know who I would really like to fuck?"

"Anyone who moves, I imagine."

"True. But do you know who is the most constant late-night focus of my daily stroke-fest sessions?"

"Beth, the head cheerleader?"

"She's in the top five, no doubt."

"Well, who would be number one then?"

"Promise you won't judge?"

"No, you do some crazy shit; so do I."

"Seriously, this is really embarrassing."

"Fine, I promise not to ridicule you too badly."

"My Mom."

"That's not so bad. I was expecting Big Bertha or Old Woman Burgess. First, your Mom is ridiculously hot and second, I've stroked about my Mom lots of times."

"You have?"

"Of course, and my Mom is nowhere as hot as your Mom."

"So it doesn't make me a freak?"

"Oh, it makes you a freak all right. It even makes you a perverted little freak. But hey, at our age every guy is a perverted little freak. Christ, even Hamlet was supposed to have a thing for his Mother. Remember the Ophelia song? 'Ah, ah, when I was young, I, I should've known better.' He's got to be singing about his Mom!"

...

Anyway the point is simple. The older I got the more obsessed I became with the thought of sleeping with my Mother. My fantasies shifted from cheerleaders and hot blondes to my forty-three-year-old, blue-eyed, chestnut-brown-haired Mother with the big tits.

As far as calming me down she wasn't any help, either. She was a real estate agent and always dressed in skirts, hose and heels. All three of which had become fetishes of mine, probably because I'd grown up seeing them worn on the hottest woman I knew. I was sixteen when I started giving my Mom foot massages after a hard day at work. She always kept her stockings on and my cock always rose whenever her stocking-clad legs were resting on my lap. She had to know what it was doing to me, but she never let on and it never progressed any further than a son giving his Mother a respectful foot massage, at least not outside my own fevered brain.

Mom knew she was still hot. She flirted with my friends and loved the compliments they threw back at her. She was a MILF and she knew it, she even revelled in it. That said, I never thought I'd ever have the chance to do more than just her feet...but then that Halloween happened.

Every Halloween my parents would get dressed up as a sexy matching couple and go to some big party. (Mom was sexy anyway, speaking as a hetero guy I don't think there's anything a man can do to look sexy.) Every year I could see their excitement growing for the big day; Mom's creative juices always came alive for Halloween. She always designed and made the two costumes, often starting months in advance. I can't recall all the outfits but do remember a few recent ones: Bonnie and Clyde with Mom dressed as a hot flapper (Mom looked stunning in fishnets and the cute bob haircut with her toy tommy gun and an evil grin ready to shoot someone's balls off), Fred and Wilma Flintstone, which had my dick thinking Bam Bam all night (Mom as Wilma with her tattered neck- and hemlines with almost a nipple and almost her naughty bits showing was memorialised in a photo still hidden under my bed for stroke sessions), her fifties icons Marilyn Monroe and James Dean (which I also have a picture of hidden for play time), and last year she was Princess Leia while Dad was Luke Skywalker (her diaphanous, almost transparent white dress with no underwear that year kept my light sabre erect for months). This year they were going as Beauty and the Beast. As always, Mom refused to reveal her costume to anyone until Halloween Eve, if that phrase isn't redundant.

I have always been a believer in whichever you like to call it... destiny or fate. And it could only have been through destiny that the dominos could have tumbled the way they did...giving me the perfect opportunity to fuck my Mother and live to tell the tale (to you, I don't kiss and go around shooting my mouth off). First off, my Dad phoned at five o'clock to tell Mom that due to some late bargaining (Dad is a high-powered mediator...the guy you hire to negotiate the ends of long-standing feuds), he wasn't going to make it home in time, although he might get in early enough to join her at the party later. Mom was furious, because this was the night she always looked forward to, and had put hours upon hours into making the costumes perfect for. Although she was mad at Dad, she still planned to stomp out the door and attend the party and make the best of things she could.

A couple hours later, seven o'clock, Mom came downstairs in her Belle costume, making my cock want to be her guest (id you know that song)

I've always secretly thought Belle was the hottest cartoon character, in the same way I think Betty is easily the hottest Archie girl. But seeing my Mom dressed as Belle, in an off-shoulder blue peasant dress displaying a generous expanse of her flawless upper chest, although nothing quite illegal if she remained upright, her hair exactly the same shade as Belle's, plus wearing the darkest brown pantyhose I've ever seen other than on Hooters waitresses, was the sexiest moment of my young life.

I did what I always did when talking to my Mom. I complimented her. "Wow Mom, you could be the real-life Belle. This is your best costume yet!"

"You think so?" she asked, smiling and posing seductively.

"I know so. Dad would have loved it."

My Mom's smile faded. "I can't believe he ditched me for a transportation union of all things."

"I'm sure he'll make it back soon."

She shrugged and snorted, "He'd better!' but then relented and told me, "But it's not your fault honey, it was sweet of you to say that." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and let me kiss hers like she always did and was off, leaving me standing there in a cloud of testosterone.

All the stars were lined up perfectly, even though I didn't know that. Even the fact I was home in the first place was because of a string of fateful moments. Usually after seeing my parents off (not ever wanting to miss how my Mom would look that year) I would usually leave for a Halloween party as well, but this year I just didn't feel like it. I'd been dumped a couple weeks before by my girlfriend of eight months Pamela and didn't really want to see her there. So I was watching Halloween for the umpteenth time when the phone rang again.

"Is your Mom still home?" Dad asked nervously.

"She left an hour ago," I replied.

"Shit," he swore, "was she mad?"

"Think PMS cubed and you may be close," I warned.

"Double shit," he cursed, "I tried her cell and she didn't answer."

I walked into the kitchen and saw it sitting in the charger. "She couldn't. It's right here being charged."

"Triple shit," he swore, knowing he was indeed wading in deep shit. After a pause, "Well, can you leave her a note? This is going to be an all-nighter."

"Shit," I parroted, which got me a nervous chuckle from Dad.

Mom was sexy and caring, but you never wanted to get on her bad side.

"I'd better get her some flowers," he rationalized. I noticed an address on a pad of paper in my Mom's handwriting and assumed that was to tell Dad where she was.

"Better get her a whole garden. This year's costume was her best yet!"

We said our goodbyes and I returned to watching TV. About ten minutes later, a light bulb flickered on in my head. A few seconds after that and the bulb was shining bright as the sun!

I dashed upstairs and into my parents' room. Laid out on the bed was Dad's Beast costume.

I stripped to my undershorts and put it on and was pleased at how comfortable it was. My Mom had thought of everything as it even had two battery-powered mini-fans in it to keep the beast inside the Beast cool. I also noticed she'd created a Velcro opening at the privates so Dad... no, so I... could take a piss without removing the costume. I looked in the mirror through a mask that was covering my entire head (with cut-outs for my eyes and ears, the ear holes covered by long Beast-hair). No one would have a clue it was me. I was the same height as my father; I had the same blue eyes as my father; I even had the same voice as my father. I went downstairs, grabbed the address, jumped into Dad's Mercedes (the first thing a good negotiator negotiates is his fee) and sped off to the party.

I arrived at the party a few minutes after nine-thirty and was met at the door by the hostess of the party Gloria, dressed in a Snow White costume improved by a deep scoop neckline. Her face brightened when she saw me. In her usual giddy voice she said, "If Alexis is Belle, you must be Ted. Thank God you're here, Alexis is really mad at you!"

"I know," I acknowledged, "That's why I hightailed it over here as soon as I got home."

"She's had a few glasses of wine and you know how she gets when she's into her wine," she warned me with a wink.

Thinking about the few times I've seen my Mom intoxicated, usually on New Year's Eve, I recalled my Mom being extra touchy feely and very flirty, even with me. The sexual innuendo wasn't remotely subtle. I responded vaguely, "Tell me about it."

Gloria, another of my MILF stroke fantasies, took my hand and led me into her house and downstairs into her party room. There were a dozen people there, all of whom I recognized from my parents' gatherings. It seemed to be a sexy Disney Princess theme party, each sexy MILF costume more outrageous than the last. The dark-skinned Elma who worked in real estate with my Mom was ridiculously hot, came as Mulan, covered only in with several layers of diaphanous material which, if the light was just so, you could peer all the way through to her milk chocolate skin. Mom's assistant, the chunky but very pretty Cassidy, was wearing a too-tight Cinderella costume with a slit in one side of her long ballroom gown up to her waist, and her blonde wig really brought out her blue eyes and dimples. Nice leg! No sign on the exposed hip of any panties. The wife of Dad's partner, a trophy wife twenty years younger than he, was dressed as Ariel with mermaid non-legs and everything, so whenever she needed to go anywhere she had to be carried, a service she rewarded with wet kisses. Her vibrant red hair, hypnotic green eyes and bright green lipstick stood out even more in her mermaid costume. But her upper body was best: it was covered only by multi-hued aqua body paint which kept no secrets. Everywhere I looked were reasons for my dick to get so stiff I desperately wanted to give it some attention. My Dad's best friend's wife, Katie, six months pregnant, was dressed as Sleeping Beauty. She looked incredibly uncomfortable in the ill-fitting sleep-rumpled costume (unless she'd been doing something else in bed for the past hundred years). Would it be neat for thorny Prince Phillip to kiss awake an Aurora who was already two thirds of the way to delivering a baby and to make her his bride? Could such a baby become crown prince or would he be known as His Highness the Royal Bastard? The implications were like a Disney soap opera!

Wearing the always hot Jasmine harem girl outfit which also didn't conceal much if you enjoyed looking through as opposed to around fabric, was my Mom's old college roommate, the big-busted high school teacher Ellie. Whenever Mom and she got together they were incredibly touchy feely and I'd had many a stroke fantasy picturing them in college munching on each other's cunts. Whenever they got together they talked like drunken sailors and hinted at a time when they'd been really crazy. Right now my Mom, still in her fucking hot Belle costume, was sitting on Ellie's lap and giggling drunkenly. Her face was flushed in the same way Pamela (my recent ex) had always gotten when she was horny from my fingering, licking or fucking her pussy. I couldn't see where Ellie's left hand was and I wondered hopefully whether my sick imagination was right. Just then one more sex object (at a party like this, objectification was unavoidable) walked in from the bathroom. My mouth dropped. It was our locally famous weather girl Miranda Collington. Tonight she was dressed in a painted-on Jessica Rabbit costume (not actual body paint this time) that took your (all right, my) breath away. I don't think Jessica Rabbit is a Disney princess, but who the fuck cares? Dressed in black thigh highs, one of them showing way past the top, and I think they must have been five-inch pumps, I took one look at her and got weak at the knees (yes, and breathless).

Miranda had been the local weather girl since she was eighteen, back in 1988. She was famous for her long legs which were always, and I mean always, in hosiery, which had been pretty common in the eighties but was incredibly rare in 2011. Like my Mother, she was a constant focus of my stroke sessions.

Distracted by the sight of Miranda, who stood out even in that sea of pulchritude, I barely noticed when Gloria announced my arrival. "Ta-Dah! Look at the beastly man who has graced us with his presence!"

Everyone looked up and I was greeted warmly, and in many cases flirtatiously. My Mom got off the gorgeous Ellie and wobbled towards me. She fell into me and hugged me tight. She slurred slightly, "You finally made it, honey."

Attempting to sound just like my Father, I replied slyly, "Baby, I never planned to miss this. I got here as soon as I could!"

She grabbed my hand and whispered into my ear, "You are soooooo lucky you showed up when you did; Ellie has me so fucking horny!"

My cock flinched at hearing my MILF Mother talking so slutty and confirming a long-held assumption and stroke fantasy about her and Ellie. Pushing the envelope, I asked, "How did she get you so horny, honey?"

Mom just shrugged. "You know how she gets."

Stunned but delighted by Mom's clingy attentions, I asked, "So what's the plan now?"

Before my Mom could answer, and interrupting so many nasty possibilities spinning in my head, Gloria announced, "Charades time!"

My Mom smiled and whispered, "I guess your blow job will have to wait." She gave a quick subtle squeeze to my already stiff and eager cock, looked at me with a strange look and wiggled away. My Mom sat back down in Ellie's lap and patted the couch, indicating I should join her. I obeyed like an obedient puppy dog, sitting beside my Mom. I hemmed and hawed whether I should put my hand on my Mom's silk-stockinged legs. The decision was made for me a minute later when Mom grabbed my hand and put it there herself! I had touched and massaged her nylon feet many times, always fantasizing about my hands being all the way up on her thighs and now she'd just put one there! It was happening! I just sat back, stroked my Mom's smooth soft leg and enjoyed the moment.

The game started and it was couple against couple. I watched vaguely as the other couples acted things out. When it was our turn, Gloria called me up and handed me a card displaying a quote: 'two heads are better than one.' I was happy to get an easy one. As soon as my time began I went to work and Mom quickly got it right.

My Mom slyly added to the room, her tone dripping in sexual innuendo, "I've always thought two, even three heads were better than one." Everyone laughed and Mom winked at me. The wink and hearing my Mother use such an innuendo made me want her even more.

Ellie got up to go to the washroom and I sat back down beside my Mommy princess and she repositioned herself to lean on me in such a way that her voluminous skirts completely hid what she was about to do. She slowly ripped open the Velcro so it wouldn't make that telltale noise, slipped her hand inside my costume and fished my cock out of my underwear! I thought I might come right then, but somehow I didn't.

She gave me an odd look again and said, "Interesting."

I asked, suddenly nervous, as I worried she knew it was me, "How so?"

There was a long silence where my Mom seemed to space out before asking me, seemingly sincere, as she gave me a solid how-do-you-do squeeze, "Did I get you that hard, Baby?"

Without hesitation I confirmed, "It's all you Alexis."

Her smile went wide and she began to slyly and unknowingly give her son a hand job. "Baby, your cock is so fucking hard." I looked around the room and I can't actually testify to anything specific, but it appeared as if various other couples might be similarly engaged.

She kept gently playing with my cock until Ellie returned to the couch. Mom gave me one last squeeze before whispering, "We aren't done here, Baby."

I tried to calm down, my head spinning from the fact Mom had just been playing with my cock. For the next few minutes I watched others play out their charades and now more confident, I put my hand back on my Mom's thigh. I moved it up and down gently, the touch of her pantyhose-covered legs the ultimate tease. The sensual tease continued until it was Mom's turn to do me... I mean to act out a charade for me.

As soon as she looked at the card she laughed and gave me a wink. This led to yet another twitch down below. As soon as her time began, she made the film symbol before falling to her knees and crawling sensuously towards me like a panther in heat. It was incredibly erotic. Once she got to me she used my thighs to push herself to her feet and started dirty dancing in front of me. I was so in awe of my Mom's naughty moves I forgot we were playing a game! She turned around to grind her ass on my lap and I whimpered in pleasure. Suddenly the answer was obvious and I shouted/moaned "Dirty Dancing!" She stood up, slyly squeezed my cock with her hand and gave me a full-on flirt, fluttering eyelashes and all, moaning, "I hope now you're ready for some dirty fucking, Baby."

One of the guys high-fived me after hearing that offer and Mom leaned into me cleavage first and whispered, "Meet me in the upstairs bathroom in a couple of minutes."

My MILF Mom walked away and I took a deep breath. If I wanted, I could just waltz upstairs and fuck my Mom! The majority of me was screaming 'Go for it!' while my conscience reminded me she was my Mother and drunk and unaware that I wasn't her husband. My cock-head doing the thinking for me, I felt myself standing up and heading nonchalantly (yeah, right) upstairs to the bathroom.

At the door I took one last deep breath, one last brief hesitation, before I knocked on the door. Mom opened it and tugged me in.

She smiled, making her look even more beautiful, and dropped to her knees. I watched, frozen in shock, while she pulled my fully-erect cock out of my convenient Velcro opening and took it in her mouth.

While I enjoyed the best blow job of my young life, I pondered the obvious fact that Mom thought she was sucking her husband's cock. I tried to get my head wrapped around this stunning development, but it was very difficult with Mom's lips wrapped around a cock that had stolen all the blood from my brain. Pamela had never given me head for more than a couple of minutes and had never finished me, so Mom's eager blow job was amazing. I just watched from above as my beautiful Mom bobbed up and down on my cock, devouring it whole.

After only a couple of minutes of constant deep-throat cock sucking, I could feel my balls bubbling, I warned, "I'm going to come soon!"

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She took her luscious lips off my cock and smiled, "Do you want me to swallow it Baby, or would you like me to jerk you off so you can shoot your cum on my face?"

I couldn't believe the choice she was giving me! I had come in a couple of girls' mouths, but had never had a chance to play out every guy's fantasy, the porn movie finale. I mumbled like the first-time teenager I was, worried I was giving myself away, "Can I come on your face?"

She smiled, "Just tell me when you're close, Baby." She took my cock back in her mouth and bobbed back and forth with even more reckless abandon than before.

She was sucking my cock furiously fast, desperate to get me off. It didn't take long before my balls were boiling and I moaned, "I'm gonna come soon!"

She took my cock out of her mouth and jerked me off with her left hand. Her nasty words both shocked me and led me to my eruption: "Come on, Baby, shoot that hot cum of yours all over my slutty face. Come on me, Baby, coat my face with your hot cum!" I spasmed and shot a large load all over my Mom's beautiful face. My cum landed in her hair and on her forehead, nose and chin. Once I'd finished spraying her face she took my cock back in her mouth. After a couple minutes of her heavenly stimulation my cock was still fully erect. She took it out of her mouth and smiled while standing back up, "Fuck, do I love your cock, baby."

I replied, shocking myself, "And I love your cock sucking lips."

She said, "We'd better get back. But when I get you home you owe me a good tongue-lashing for keeping me waiting so long."

I stammered, "O-o-of course," while cramming my still erect cock back into my costume.

Mom asked while she was bent over the sink trying to clean my cum from her face, "You're still hard, honey. What's got into you? You're like your old eighteen-year-old self."

Wanting to end this conversation before she caught on to what she had just done, I answered, "You bring out the best in me, Honey," and opened the door, leaving her to finish freshening up.

Returning to the party, all eyes were looking at me, some with envy, others with hunger. I went and grabbed a drink from the bar and Ellie came up to hug me from behind me and whispered, "Fuck Ted, I was that close to seducing your wife and you had to step in and ruin it!"

"What?" I asked, confused by the complaint.

"I am going to fuck her again one day Ted, and that's a promise," she guaranteed, before harem-girling her cute, kind of visible ass away, going directly to my Mom, all sultry.

The next hour was excruciating. All I wanted to do was get home and hopefully get to fuck my Mom. Instead we played bobbing for Barbie parts and actually, believe it or not, attempted to do the Thriller dance as a group, which was either damn funny or ridiculously absurd, depending on how you looked at it.

Finally my Mom, who'd ignored me for the rest of the night, came over to me all flirty again and asked, "So big boy, are you ready to take me home?"

I inwardly flinched. 'Big Boy' was the name she'd called me when I was young. I stammered, "L-l-let's go."

She winked at me and said, "I'll meet you at the car in five."

She gave my rigid cock a squeeze and turned away to say her goodbyes. I did my thirty-second byes and waited outside. Each second felt like an eternity as I waited for my Mom to come to me and become an unknowing participant in furthering our incest.

Finally she arrived and instead of getting into the car she grabbed my hand-paw and led me to the backyard. As soon as we were in a secluded spot she lay down on the grass, lifted up her skirt and begged, "Get down here, Baby, I need to come so fucking bad and I want your expert tongue munching on my pussy." She pulled her pantyhose apart, ripping them open to reveal she wasn't wearing underwear, and I was now staring at my Mom's naked, wet, beautiful, inviting cunt.

Realizing this was probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I tried to make every fantasy I'd ever had come true. Instead of diving into her glistening shaved pussy with its sexy trimmed patch above, even better than I'd ever thought it would look, I took off her heels and took a stocking-covered foot into my hands and began to give her one of my famous foot massages. After I'd begun, I worried she would realize I was her son and not her husband.

She moaned, "Oh Baby, that is so nice."

Instead of talking, I lifted my Beast head up just enough past my chin so I could take her stocking-clad toes in my mouth, something I'd fantasized doing to my Mother so many times.

"Oh my Baby, that feels so fucking good," my Mom purred, her breathing changing to something throatier.

I spent a few minutes kissing, licking, nibbling and massaging both of my mother's perfect silk-covered feet before I slowly moved up her leg, my tongue teasing her ever so softly, wanting this fantasy-come-true to never end. I reached her pussy, her scent speaking eloquently of her excitement. My tongue grazed her clit and she shook involuntarily. She begged, "Please Baby, lick my cunt. I need to come so fucking bad!"

It took all my willpower to resist the temptation to bury my face in her pussy. Instead, I detoured past it and continued down her other leg.

"Damn you, Baby, you're fucking driving me nuts!" she whined.

I smiled to myself and took her left foot in my hand and mouth. She moaned again and her begging became desperate pleading. "Please, that feels so good, you've got me sopping wet, Baby. I need you so bad!"

No longer able to resist, I crawled between the legs of my beautiful Mother and buried my face in her pussy, as well as one could while wearing a Beast head. It was awkward, and slightly uncomfortable, but there was no way I was going to stop licking this cunt I'd fantasized for years. Her taste was heavenly and I used my abnormally wide tongue, something genetic I'd gotten from my Father, and licked her puffy pussy lips. Her moans were loud and her body spasmed from my touch. Her juices were flowing excessively like a constant stream. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she screamed, "Oh my God Baby, I fucking love your tongue! Shove your finger in me, baby!"

I obliged her request slipping not one, but two fingers into her gaping cunt. As soon as my fingers were inside her beautifully tight cunt, she got truly animated, "Oh fuck, Baby, finger-fuck my box! Make me come all over your hand!"

I pumped her pussy with two fingers while sucking and licking her clit. I felt her legs stiffen and knew her orgasm was imminent. I took my free hand and did something I'd seen in a porn movie last week: I slapped her clit sharply with my hand. That was the final spur as she screamed "Yes, Baby, I'm coming, keep spanking your slut! N-n-n-n-nnnng!!"

Hearing her call herself my slut was surreally hot! I kept spanking and pumping till her orgasm finished running its course. As soon as it had, she then begged, "Fuck me Baby! Fuck me with that big hard cock of yours!"

It was like every fantasy I'd ever had was cumming true on the same day. I repositioned myself and slid my raging hard-on into her soaking wet cunt! It was heaven! Luckily I'd already come once or this would have been the shortest fantasy-come-true in history. She wrapped her stocking-clad legs around me and pulled me deeper inside her oasis of pleasure. I leaned forward and awkwardly kissed my Mother. She shoved her tongue in my mouth for a sloppy and passionate kiss. Getting aggressive, she surprised the shit out of me when she flipped me over onto my back and straddled me! She engulfed my cock and began riding me, leaning forward so her very impressive breasts were in my face, barely covered by the thin, shoulderless costume. I desperately wanted to rip her bodice off and suck on those puppies like I had so many years ago, but the hand-paws of my stupid costume prevented that fantasy from coming true. Instead, I watched mesmerized at my gorgeous Mother sitting on top of me riding my cock with eager enthusiasm. A few minutes more of hardcore bouncing and I knew I was going to come. I mumbled through the costume, "I'm gonna come soon, Mo..." I caught myself just in time and attempted a cover, getting aggressive, "Where does my slut want my cum?"

I was surprised once again when she continued riding my cock and begged, "Come inside me Baby, fill my cunt with your hot seed."

Such nasty talk was the final straw and I exploded jets of cum into my perfect slut Mother, another long-lived stroke fantasy coming true. She continued riding my cock as my cum coated her pussy walls. Finally spent, she got off my cock and took me back in her mouth, cleaning me up with her amazing lips and tongue, something no other girl had ever done. After a couple of minutes, she quit cleansing my cock and collapsed beside me.

She looked into my eyes, well, into my costume eyes, and complimented me, "You've always been an amazing lover, but tonight was a new high."

"You bring out the best in me," I complimented slyly.

Hand in hand, we lay there in silence for a while before she suggested we head home. She left her car at Gloria's as she was too drunk to drive and I drove her home in my Dad's Mercedes. Halfway home, I felt Mom's hand gliding over my leg before fishing my cock from my costume. I let out an involuntary moan when my cock, still hard, was released from its solitary confinement.

I sped home, hoping to fuck my Mother one more time. For the remainder of the drive my Mother slowly stroked her son's cock.

Once we were in the garage, Mom crooned, "You're still hard, Baby; I can't remember the last time you could get it up even twice, never mind three times."

I replied, "It's your costume, Baby, it's brought out the Beast in me."

She laughed, "And now you're being witty. What's gotten into you?"

Feeling confident, "I don't know, but I know what wants to get into you."

She giggled like a schoolgirl and purred, "You are such a bad boy."

"The baddest," I responded confidently, getting out of the car and then going to the other side to pick up my Mother and carry her into the house like the dominant man I currently felt like thinking, The Beast can do no less for his lovely Belle. Aarrrghh. I carried her all the way to my parents' bedroom and tossed her onto the king-sized bed.

My Mother, clearly still very horny, with a strange smug smile on her face, her voice syrupy sweet, "Do you want Mommy to suck your big cock again, big boy?"

I gasped. She knew it was me! I stammered, "W-w-what do you mean?"

"Oh, Curtis, did you really think I couldn't tell the difference between my husband and my son?" she asked, her voice still sexy, her hand reaching for my cock. "For one thing, this..." she bestowed a light kiss on the head of Exhibit A, "...is about three inches longer than your Dad's, and tastier, too. I knew you weren't your Dad as soon as I touched it. Remember when I called it 'interesting'? And if it wasn't him, there was only one other person on the planet it could be! Ever since then you weren't the only one play-acting, although the hunger I felt for you wasn't acting at all!"

I apologized, "I am so sorry, Mom. I didn't come to the party to take advantage of you. I came because you looked so upset that Dad wasn't going to make it."

Her smile never faded as she began stroking my hard-as-rock cock. "Baby, don't be sorry. I love your Dad, but he's gone so much, and even when he is home, he can't ever keep up with my sex drive. But you, young man..."

She took my cock into her mouth and, unlike the last time, she sucked my cock slowly. She made love to it with her mouth, slow and gentle. She continued that for a few minutes before she took my cock out of her mouth. She asked coyly, "Do you want to see your Mommy's breasts?"

"Y-y-yes," I stammered.

She slowly, seductively, pulled her entire costume over her head, leaving her naked except for her ripped-apart pantyhose but particularly her breasts, still firm even though she was twenty-five years older than I. I stared in perverse awe at my Mom's perfect breasts. I was brought out of my sexual trance when she began attempting to remove my costume. "Well, son, don't just stand there. Let's get you out of that costume. This Jocasta can't wait to see her hot Oedipus naked!" After some fumbling and stumbling, I was finally freed from my not-so-secret identity and now was only in my boxer briefs in front of my Mom, who was now totally naked. Suddenly I felt self-conscious, my confident persona whisked away with the costume gone. Mom, maybe sensing my insecurity, built me back up, "Looking good! Has my baby boy been working out?"

In two short sentences, my confidence was back. I replied, attempting to be funny, "Yeah, trying to buff up for the ladies."

She smiled, "Well, I know one lady who's very impressed." Her hands pulled my underwear down and off. She fell backwards onto the bed, pulling me on top of her and finally our lips were touching while we could see each other's faces. Soft and tentative at first, the kissing became passionate and eager. Time stood still as we kissed like two horny teenagers. Without a word we scrambled around on my parents' bed and ended up in my first-ever sixty-nine. I was on my back, my cock standing erect like a flagpole while my Mom straddled my face, her legs draped over each side of my head. Her glistening pussy lips were directly above me. I stared like one would at a car crash, unable to look away.

I felt my Mother's hand getting a grip on her son's cock and a few seconds later felt her mouth back on my cock, teasing my mushroom top. The slow rotation of her tongue around my cock was tease heaven. I grabbed my Mother's firm ass and pulled it closer, her pussy now right in my face so I could begin licking. I savoured each lick, her sweet juices as addicting as any drug. As she got wetter, she also began to get more aggressive on my cock. Meanwhile I lapped her juices like a man who'd finally found water in a desert. I wanted to make Mommy come! I began to suck on her clit and pull it down and let it snap back up. She took my cock out of her mouth and moaned, "Keep doing that Baby, Mommy loves that."

She kept her hand on my cock, but as I repeated the clit pull her moaning began to get very loud and she got animated. "Oh yes Baby, you're making Mommy feel so goooood!" and "You're going to make Mommy come!" and finally her moans became so loud I thought she might wake the neighbours, "Fuck, Curtis, I'm coming! My son is making me commmmmmmmmmmmmme!!!"

Her juices poured out of her pussy and onto my face and mouth. I continued lapping my Mom's pussy, eager to swallow every last drop of her juice! As soon as her orgasm subsided she turned around, straddled my cock and engulfed it completely. Our eyes met and she smiled, "Do you want to suck on Mommy's titties again, like you used to long ago?"

I moaned, her warm, wet, flesh cocoon gliding up and down on my cock, "Yes please, Mommy."

She leaned forward, dropping her left breast into my mouth. I sucked on my Mom's nipple and heard her moaning from my touch. In this amazing position, my Mom fucked me forever. I moved from her left breast to her right and back and forth while Mom continued slowly milking my cock with her pussy. Somehow she was able to tighten her cunt muscles around my cock, making it even tighter.

She whispered, "I love fucking you, son. Your cock feels so good in my cunt. Do you like fucking your Mommy?"

I moaned, "I've longed for this forever, Mom. I've never felt such pleasure."

My mom smiled, "You know this is just the beginning, Baby. We're going to do so many naughty things together. What do you think of Miranda?"

"She's the second hottest woman I know," I replied.

"I'd better be the first," she teased, beginning to ride me faster.

"Mom, you are perfection personified," I moaned.

"Would you like to fuck Miranda too?" my Mom asked.

Surprised, I moaned, "What? Of course I would!"

"She and I have been playing together on the side for years," my Mom revealed. "She is one amazing cunt muncher."

"No way," I grunted, this revelation seeming to make my second greatest fantasy come true, not to mention the thought of my Mother doing lesbian things was fucking hot.

"Way," she joked, "and she loves young cock and she can go all night long. She's like the energizer bunny of pussy, she fucks all night long."

"Oh my God," I moaned, "I can't believe it."

Mom began bouncing on my cock, taking it completely and said, "Believe it, stud. She is my little sex kitten and she will eagerly be your plaything too. Now tell me when you get close Baby, I want to taste your sweet load."

"Yes, Mommy," I moaned. Watching her ride me like a complete slut, her breasts bouncing around in sweet mirror images, my balls began to bubble in a few minutes so I warned, "I'm gonna come soon, Mommy."

Mom leaped off and gobbled my cock whole, bobbing up and down, desperate to taste my seed. Her fast-paced bobbing was amazing and in less than a minute I was shooting my third load of the evening, the trifecta of coming: on her face, in her pussy and down her throat. Unlike most women, she swallowed my cum down completely and kept bobbing till long after the last drop had been extracted. Finally she took my shrinking cock out of her mouth and collapsed beside me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

I whispered in her ear, "I love you, Mom."

She turned around and looked into my eyes, "Curtis, I love you too." She kissed me again, sweet and gentle.

She broke the kiss, looked back into my eyes and said, "I also love fucking you."

I chuckled, "I love fucking you too, Mom."

She let out a yawn and said, "Sorry Baby, you've fucked me to exhaustion and I need to crash. Will you stay in bed with me?"

"Of course Mom, I never want to let you go."

She rolled over to face away from me and I reached around to hold her tight, spooning lovingly with my naked Mother while she crossed her arms over mine to hold them close to her breasts. In a couple of minutes I heard her soft snores and I too faded into darkness, knowing that everything had changed.

The end...

Continued in part two: What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again

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What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again - Incest/Taboo

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Summary: The day after Halloween son fucks his Mom and her friend.

Note 1: This is a sequel to the story What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her. Although this story can stand on its own, I highly recommend you read Part One before reading this one. But just in case:

Summary of Part 1: Eighteen-year-old Curtis attends a Halloween party in his absent Dad's costume and tricks his Mom into fucking him.

Note 2: A great big hug of gratitude goes to Estragon for his editing.

Note 3: Another 'thank you' goes to all who voted for part one and requested a sequel to a story I never intended to have a sequel. I hope you enjoy the further adventures of Curtis and his attractive Mother as they expand their horizons.

Have you ever woken up and let out a sigh as you realized the vivid, enthralling experience you remember so well was just a dream?

As I attempted to open my weary eyes, that was the exact empty feeling rolling through me. My dream had felt so real! I dreamt I had fucked my Mother last night...twice. It was the most intoxicating experience and the most alive I'd ever felt, so now, having to get up and face the real world, realizing it had only been a dream was completely devastating. Many of my fantasies have always been about fucking my ridiculously hot Mother, so such dreams weren't at all new, just how authentically real this one had felt was new. And like now, I had also woken up many times all sticky after an all-too-real dream.

But then the bed moved.

My eyes went deer-in-the-headlights big as I slowly rolled to my other side to look directly into the eyes of... of my Mother. My naked Mother! My naked Mother lying in bed next to her eighteen-year-old naked son! Me!

"Good morning, lover," she smiled and leaned in and kissed me. Not a dream this time, an unbelievably wonderful reality. My cock woke up and flexed his muscles. Time to go again? I'm ready! Breaking the kiss she reached down and grabbed my little man teasing, "It seems you're happy to see me." Totally unlike me, my Mother was relaxed and serene, easily taking in stride this scandalous awakening with all its taboo implications.

I stammered, thrilled it wasn't a dream, but at the same time nervous about what to do now, "I-I-It really h-h-happened?"

"Twice," she smiled, gently stroking my cock.

"Wow," I blurted out, sounding like a fool.

"Wow indeed," she responded and disappeared under the sheets. A second later I felt her lips wrapped around my cock. She slowly bobbed up and down, lavishing my cock with her warm saliva. I closed my eyes, still trying to process my good fortune and coming to grips with the reality that my Mother, now sober, now having had plenty of time to reconsider our incestuous tryst, was placidly sucking my cock with no regrets. The slow blowjob lasted for a few minutes as she seemed in no hurry to get me off. I was disappointed when I felt her perfect cock sucking mouth abandon its task as she returned above decks to face me.

She smiled and asked, "Is my big boy ready to fuck his Mommy?"

"Very much so," I responded suavely, or rather acting as suavely as I could, as I pushed my naked Mother onto her back and scrambled beneath the covers and between her legs.

"Oooh, I love a man who can take control," she purred.

I pulled her legs apart and buried my face in my Mom's cunt. I licked, probed and nibbled her sweet hole for a few minutes until her juices were flowing and she begged, "Please fuck me, son. Shove that big cock of yours in Mommy's cunt."

Feeling confident and sensing my Mom had an inner need for submission, I asked her, "Who's my slut?"

She didn't miss a beat, responding, "I'm your slut. Mommy is your little fuck toy."

I lifted her legs up high in the air, held them pushed together and ordered, "Then beg me to fuck you."

Her face flushed with excitement and horniness, she begged like a slut, like my slut, "Oh please son, shove that big hard cock in your Mommy. Shoot your cum deep inside your Mommy slut."

Her nasty words were too inviting to resist any longer and, still holding her ankles together, I easily slid my cock into her wet cunt.

As soon as my cock filled her pussy, she began moaning, "Oh yes son, fuck me. Fuck Mommy hard!"

Using her legs to balance, I leaned in and rammed her cunt. Deciding I wasn't making love to her this time but fucking her, I was relentless with my deep hard thrusts. I could feel my balls slap into her with each deep thrust and her moans escalated with each powerful stroke.

She got more animated as the hard pounding continued. "Oh god yes, Curtis, your cock feels so good inside Mommy," and "Yes, son, harder, fuck me harder," and "Your cock fills Mommy up so good, baby," and "Pound me baby, pound Mommy's cunt," and finally "Oh my God, yes son, you're making Mommy come, don't stop, baby, don't stop, fuuuuuuuck!!"

I wish I could say I came at the same time she did, but my morning orgasms take time. I kept hammering away at my Mother's soaking wet cunt throughout her orgasm. Once her orgasm had finished coursing through her body, I pulled out and presented her with my cock, sticky with her cum.

She asked, all demure, "Does my son want his Mother to suck his big hard cock?"

I responded smugly, "A better question is, 'Does my Mom want to suck her son's cock all coated with her cum?'"

She purred, reaching for my cock, "Hmmmmm, yummy."

After a couple of hand strokes, she took my cock back in her mouth. Unlike the sweet and slow wake-up call, this time she bobbed up and down with purpose. Watching my hot Mom suck my cock with such reckless eagerness was the hottest sight ever, and after only a few minutes I could feel my balls beginning to bubble.

Like a gentleman I warned, "I'm going to come soon, Mom."

Her left hand, gripping my ass, slithered to the crack and I was stunned when I felt her finger slide between my ass cheeks and stop at my rosebud. I was about to say something about that being a no fly zone when I felt her penetrate my ass. The violation was like an electric shock direct to my cock and I instantly felt my cum explode out of me and down my Mom's throat! She didn't slow down or remove the finger until long after every drop of my cum had been extracted by her perfect cock sucking mouth. At the same time, she pulled her finger out of my ass and took my cock out of her mouth, leaving me feeling empty but sated.

We both collapsed back onto my parents' bed. We both allowed silence to linger as we silently processed last night's and this morning's debauchery. We both knew we had changed everything!

Finally, I broke the silence by attempting to see where this could go after we got up today. "So, you and Miranda Collington?"

Her eyes went wide as she asked, "What do you know about her?"

"You're her Mistress. You pretty much offered her to me last night," I reminded her.

"Oh," she sighed, "I vaguely remember that now."

Pushing the envelope, I asked, "So is she the only one you play with?"

"Yes," she replied, before adding as if it explained something, "she's impossible to resist."

"I imagine," I joked, before stirring the pot some more, "And what about Ellie?"

"What about her?" my Mother asked defensively, rolling onto her side to give me a worried look.

"Well last night, when she thought I was Dad she gave me crap saying, 'Fuck Ted, I was that close to seducing your wife and you had to step in and ruin it!' The words kind of burned themselves into your innocent impressionable son's brain; I may be scarred for life!"

My Mother smiled as she said, "Poor baby, once we get our strength back would you like your Mommy to fuck you and make it all better?"

"Yes please Mommy; and while you're at it I have a skinned knee that could use some attention," I playfully joked.

We both kissed each other affectionately, chuckling, before Mom addressed the other subject, "Ellie said that, did she?"

"Yes, she made it sound like you two used to be lovers," I explained, "which, by the way, I've long suspected, and now that we're sharing all our secrets..." trying to get more out of her.

My Mom gave a cautious laugh. "Curtis, Ellie's and my history is very complicated."

Taking a major risk, but a calculated one based on my assumptions, I decided to take over. For starters I moved my hand down to her cunt and requested, "Tell me, Mommy."

She let out a sigh-moan and replied, "No, I can't."

My finger slid inside her cunt as I explained with a no-nonsense attitude, "I wasn't asking you to tell me Mom, I was telling you to."

Her face went red, and I knew I was right. She was submissive. She was my submissive. Mom weakly tried to resist the power shift with, "Curtis, please don't."

"Don't what, Mommy?" I asked, fingering her pussy slowly.

"Don't make me be your slut," she whimpered.

"You don't want to be my slut?" I enquired, my finger stopping deep inside her wet box.

Her breathing was getting heavier and she pleaded, "Curtis, I can't go there again. I've resisted for so long!"

Suddenly confused, I asked, very curious, "Resisted what for so long?"

"Being a slut," she moaned even as slut-like, she moved her ass back and forth trying to fuck herself with my finger.

"But you fuck Miranda," I pointed out.

"Yes, but I'm the one in charge in our relationship. She's my slut," my Mom explained.

I snatched my finger out.

Mom pleaded urgently, "Curtis, please don't stop, put it back in."

I put my sticky finger to her lips. "Shhhhhh, Mother. I think I figured this out. You were Ellie's slut in college, but once you met Dad you broke away from your submissive lifestyle and attempted to be a good, faithful, heterosexual wife happily ever after. I even bet Dad isn't dominant in the bedroom and before I showed up last night and distracted you with my big dick, you were weakening to Ellie's sexual advances, weren't you? Another thing burned into my impressionable young brain from last night is one of the first things you said to me last night when you still thought I was Dad was, 'You are soooooo lucky you showed up when you did; Ellie has me so fucking horny!' So Dad knows, right?"

"Yes," my Mom replied, flustered and frustrated, "Are you happy? I was Ellie's 'Personal Pleasure Pet', her words, all four years of college. But once I met your dad, I quit cold turkey until a crazy weekend in Vegas with Miranda last year."

I returned my hand to my Mom's wanton pussy and slid two fingers rather easily inside her drenched cunt. "So do you want to be Ellie's pleasure pet again?"

"No," my Mom answered. "Hell no."

"Why not?" I asked, beginning to pump her pussy with my fingers.

"Because although we stayed great friends after we quit our Mistress/slave relationship, she'd always warned me that when I came back to her, which she was confident I would some day, she would own me completely."

"What does such a declaration even mean?" I asked.

"Unlimited! I never submitted to find out what that meant in practice, but even back in college she was a very demanding lover," my Mother answered. Her soft smile implied she was reminiscing about a different time that she'd loved and still missed.

"Is she strictly a lesbian?" I asked, reflecting on the fact that I'd never seen her with a man, which is incredibly hard to believe for someone as hot and big-breasted as Ellie.

Mom, catching my real question, teased, all baby talk, "Does my wuvving sonsy wunsy want to fuck my best friendsy wendsy?"

"Well, in a perfect world I would watch you two in some hot lesbian action and then I'd join in."

"All men are the same," she joshed, shoving me playfully.

"So is she a dyke?"

"Not completely, but I've never seen her get what you could call excited about any man. She just fucks them and leaves them. Actually she treats sex with men like a chauvinistic man would treat women," my Mother concluded.

"Would she fuck me?" I asked bluntly.

My Mom considered this before responding cautiously, "Probably, but there would be strings attached."

"Strings?" I asked.

"Yep, she must always be in control. That's one of the reasons she doesn't keep any men for long; she burns them out."

"What would Ellie say if she knew what we did?" I asked, "or rather what we're doing?" trying to understand their relationship better.

"I don't know. But I'm sure she'd try to use it in some way to lure me back into her web of submission," she worried, her eyes showing a trepidation I seldom saw in her confident persona. It made me very curious to know lots of further details about what kind of relationship the two of them used to have.

Seeing my Mom's trepidation, I decided to let it go for now, even though I'd already decided to go and visit with Ellie at school later on today.

Instead, I decided to focus on the relationship Mom had owned up about this morning far more willingly. "So you and Miranda, hey?"

Her face went red as she explained, "Well, I missed a woman's touch, but knew going back to Ellie was way too dangerous for my marriage, so when a drunken Miranda hit on me three years ago at Gloria's Halloween party, I gave in to the long burning temptation, although not that night. We had some long talks, arranged to meet each other in Vegas with both of us dressed up to tease, and after quite a few cocktails and lots of flirting... one thing led to another and we hadn't even made it up to our room before she was between my legs in the elevator! She's a nymphomaniac and extremely submissive. Luckily, Ellie doesn't know about our secret trysts."

"And you think she'll fuck me?" I asked. "That would be amazing!"

"She will devour you whole, dear boy. She will literally fuck you to exhaustion," Mom promised. "And if you compliment her legs she'll be yours forever."

"Can you set it up?" I asked.

"Anything for my new fuck toy," she smiled, getting out of bed. "But I need to get ready for work."

I watched her disappear into her bathroom; I lay in my parents' bed, a variety of nasty upcoming fuck sessions scrolling through my head like trailers for porn movies.

I was just arriving at Ellie's high school, my Alma Mater, when I received a text.

It was from Mom: Meet me at 847 Wisconsin Drive NOW!!!

I texted back: Why?

Mom's response: Miranda's house.

Although I was dying to talk to Ellie, it would have to wait. I adjusted the erect cock that had appeared awkwardly in my pants and started the longest twenty-minute drive of my life. My mind spun and spun with the upcoming possibility that I might get to fuck Miranda Collington, the pantyhose-wearing dream girl of so many of my stroke sessions!

I arrived at the house and Mom's car was in the driveway. I parked and tried to tone down my anxiety. I took a few deep breaths and walked up to the door. It was opened a moment later by Miranda herself dressed in a black skirt, matching pantyhose and a blue blouse. She looked like she was ready to deliver her weather report tonight.

Her radiant smile greeted me. "Come on in Curtis, I've heard a lot about you."

I walked in, still really nervous, and followed her into her living room. Mom was there and greeted me. "Hi, Curtis."

Unsure what Mom had in mind, or what she may have told Miranda, I played it casual. "Hi, Mom."

Miranda sat on the couch and I sat on a lone chair as Mom explained, "I was just telling Miranda here that you're her biggest fan."

I blushed.

Miranda patted an open spot on the couch invitingly and asked, "Is that so?"

I glanced at Mom who gave an affirmative nod, so nervously, like a virgin approaching a prostitute, I walked over to the couch.

As I sat down in the designated hot seat Miranda's hand went instantly to my leg, her voice dripping with seduction, "So tell Miranda, what do you like most about me?"

Her hand ever-so-slowly moving up my leg was a major distraction as I stammered, "Um-I-I-I grew up obsessed with your legs. I have a nylon fetish and you were one of the only women on the planet that always wore them."

"Ah-um," my Mom pointed out.

I smiled, "Well, other than my hot Mom, who is probably to blame for my fetish."

"So you want to touch my nylons?" Miranda asked.

I nodded my head like some lovelorn boy.

She took my wrist and placed my hand on her knee.

"And your Mother was telling me about your little charade last night, Mr. Beast." she began. "But don't just park there stud, roam."

My confidence, despite the surreal situation, began to grow and I slowly moved my hand up her leg, my fingers tracing around on her sexy nylon-slick thigh.

Her hand wasn't roaming, it was hovering... until it landed directly on my erection. "Hmmm, nice! Alexis wasn't exaggerating."

I let out an incontrollable moan. Wanting to replicate her aggressiveness and sensing nothing but encouragement from her, I reached her pantyhose-covered crotch and cautiously cupped her pussy.

She apologised! "Sorry, if I'd known I'd be entertaining guests, I would have worn stockings...for easier access."

I let out another aroused moan. I looked at Mom, who was smiling perversely, enjoying the torment of my uncertainty but also my progress.

There was a moment of silence as we each had our hands on the other's private parts through clothing.

The silence was broken when Miranda said, "So, young stud, your mom also told me that you really want to fuck me."

I let out a shocked moan.

"Is that true, Curtis?" she asked, giving my cock a squeeze, as she leaned over and bit my ear.

Weakly, I replied, "Yes, ma'am."

"Ma'am? Ma'am is for old people. Am I old?" she asked, pouting.

I stammered, attempting to rectify any insult, "No, sorry, you're one hot bitch."

She burst out laughing, "From one extreme to another!"

I apologized again, seeing my fantasy come true beginning to fall apart. "Sorry, I..."

Thankfully Miranda herself rescued me as I was shut up by her lips pressing against mine as she kissed me long and hard! I closed my eyes, losing myself in her. I felt hands unbuttoning my jeans. Once my cock was released from its cocoon, it sprang to life and while I was still kissing Miranda, I was surprised to feel a mouth wrap around it. I opened my eyes to see my Mother sucking my cock in front of TV personality Miranda Collington!

Miranda broke the kiss and watched the incestuous act with fascination. "I never would have believed it," she acknowledged in wonder, standing up.

I watched her unzip her skirt, mesmerized. She allowed it to drift down her legs, showcasing her perfect legs in black pantyhose. Holding my gaze with hers, although mine kept flickering downward, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse as my Mother just as slowly sucked my cock.

The two working together had me in fits: a striptease by my fantasy older woman while my other fantasy woman, Mom, sucked my cock. It was completely enthralling!

Soon Miranda was only in pantyhose and a bra. I noticed she wasn't wearing panties.

Noticing me noticing she smiled. "I haven't worn panties since I was a teenager."

She slowly sauntered over to me, leaned her chest close to my face and asked, her hands cupping her bra, "Can you help me with this?"

I reached behind her back and fumbled with her bra strap. After a few seconds of frustration, it popped open and her perky breasts were revealed to me. Instinctively, I leaned forward and took a large, erect nipple into my mouth.

Her pantyhose-covered leg touching mine, her breast in my mouth and my Mom's slow but superb cock sucking were too much and I unexpectedly shot a load of cum down my Mother's throat.

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Hearing swallowing, Miranda cautioned me, "You'd better have a second load for me, stud."

Mom got off her knees and got undressed herself. Once she was naked except for stockings, she sat on the couch and took control. "Ok, enough of this silly foreplay Miranda, let's get that pretty face of yours where it does its best work, between my legs."

Miranda obeyed in a heartbeat and I watched in voyeuristic glee as Miranda Collington, the pantyhose-wearing weather girl, crawled between Mom's stocking-clad legs and began licking her pussy.

Mom continued in her drill sergeant role as she instructed, "And you Curtis, get behind her, rip open her pantyhose and plug her cunt."

Turned on by Mom's filthy mouth and watching my dream woman on her knees eating Mom's pussy, I sprang to obey.

Kneeling behind Miranda Collington, I stared at her perfectly curved ass, worshipping her perfection.

Mom joked, "Are you going to hang out there and drool all day or are you going to fuck her?"

Trying to be witty I responded, "Can't I do both?"

"Touché," she moaned, Miranda doing wonders with her tongue.

I rubbed my hands over Miranda's pantyhose-covered ass. Her pantyhose was the softest I'd ever felt. I could have done this forever and been content, but I finally ripped her pantyhose apart to get free access to her pussy.

I surprised her and Mom, when instead of just burying my cock in her pussy I laid on my back, shoulder-walked between her parted legs, reached up to pull down her hips and attacked her pussy with my mouth.

She let out a muffled moan when my lips touched her pussy lips. I couldn't believe how sweet she tasted and how wet she already was! Although it was awkward, I was determined to get her off with my tongue. I lapped at her wetness, slowly sliding my tongue between her pussy lips like I was painting them with a brush: long, wide strokes, back and forth. I heard her breathing increase and decided to go for the kill. I reached up and took her swollen clit in my mouth and pulled down on it. She screamed into my Mom's pussy the moment I did! Knowing I had her close, I pushed my face into her clit and pussy over and over again, literally fucking her with my lips, nose and tongue. Her moans increased and her legs buckled and her pussy crashed onto my face. She rubbed her cunt on my mouth, desperate to release the orgasm building inside her. I just extended my tongue as best I could and tried to breathe as she literally fucked my face to orgasm. Knowing it was Miranda Collington riding my face was the second most exhilarating moment of my life! It would have been first if it hadn't been for what Mommy and I had done last night. Suddenly she trampolined off my face a few times, my head bouncing against the carpet with each bounce, and I was soon being cascaded with a downpour of her juice. The juice kept coming and coming, and I eagerly attempted to savour and retrieve every fucking delicious drop!

Miranda finally rolled off me and collapsed to the floor. Her words filled me with a pride few men can ever have. "Holy fuck, that was the most intense orgasm of my life, and I've had thousands of orgasms."

Mom concurred. "I told you! Last night was the best sex of my life. You can see why I can't just leave him alone like a good Mother should."

I revelled in the glow of such praise until my cock started twitching, reminding me it still was raring to go. Brimming with a confidence I'd never had before, I flipped Miranda onto her side and slid my cock inside her from behind. From this angle she was so fucking tight, even after her orgasm.

She moaned the minute my cock was buried in her and got animated, "Yes, fuck me, big boy. Pound my tight pussy. Make me your slut!"

Her dirty mouth was surprising because she always seemed so prim and proper on TV, and it was a major turn on.

Having already come this morning with Mom and again with Mom's blow job twenty minutes ago, this time I was in for the long haul.

I looked up at Mom, who was watching us and playing with herself.

Miranda's dirty mouth continued through the fucking. "Your big cock feels so fucking good in my hotbox!" and "Hammer my cunt, drill me deeper!" and "Fuck me in front of your Mommy!" and "Holy shit Alexis, no wonder you can't resist him!"

I continued the deep hard thrusts, perspiration pouring down my forehead, when she screamed, "Oh yes, I'm coming, you bad boy, I'm coming all over your beautiful cock!"

Her body spasmed like she was having an epileptic seizure as she ground her ass back on my cock, taking all my stiff rod inside her.

Once she'd recovered from her second orgasm she pushed me on my back and straddled me. I watched in complete awe as my cock disappeared between her glistening pussy lips. Once all eight inches were planted, she began bouncing on my cock like a cowgirl riding a bull. She bounced up and down hard, determined to fill herself with my prick. I just lay back and watched her hot facial expressions and her breasts jiggling all over the place as she rode me. Making it even better, this hot mature woman (of forty-one) did something with her cunt muscles that was so amazing. It was like she was milking my cock with her cunt! It was so intense and easily the most amazing pleasure I'd ever felt while fucking someone.

Suddenly she leaned forward, my cock staying lodged in her warmth, and she kissed me. At first it was gentle and sweet, but soon transitioned into a man and a woman trying to fall into each other to become one conjoined soul. The whole time she was slowly moving her ass up and down on my cock.

She finally broke the kiss and said, ever-so-sweetly, completely opposite from her earlier nasty talk, "I'm almost there. Come with me, baby. I want to feel your cum squirting inside me as I soar."

She leaned forward and kissed me gently. The tender passion mixed with her still amazing tightness had my balls boiling. I reluctantly broke the sweet kiss and warned her, "I'm going to come soon, Miranda."

"Hold on, baby, I'm close too," she moaned. Her eyes bore into mine with a sweetness I couldn't explain. She then began the countdown.

"10--9--8--7-not yet, baby--6--getting closer--5--I love your cock, baby--4--get ready--3--yes, your cock fills me so completely--2--so close, baby, so close!--1--yes, here it comes Baby, ready, set, come NOW Curtis-Big-Cock-Mommy-Fucker, come inside me! Fill me with your hot cum!!"

My balls were bubbling at five but I held back, using every last speck of my resistance until she demanded I come NOW! It was the most exhilarating orgasm of my life. It was like our bodies became one and our cum crashed together like breakers on the Hawaiian coast!

I let out a loud, "Oh fucking God!"

She let out a similar "Fuck, fuck, yeeeeeees!" She collapsed onto my chest and kissed me passionately as her orgasm spread through her. I could feel her body quivering on mine. It was so intimate; a feeling filled me I couldn't explain. I longed just to hold her.

My Mother broke the intimate moment. "Well, that was fucking hot!"

The sex had gotten so intensely beautiful that we'd forgotten all about Mom even being there.

Miranda looked blearily up too and said, "I think I just found my date for Mark's wedding."

I looked at her, ignorant.

Mom filled me in. "Mark Appleton, Miranda's ex."

Mark Appleton was the news anchor for the TV station Miranda worked for. "Oh," I said.

Miranda explained, "The wedding is in three weeks and I've decided you'll be my date."

"I will?" I asked, trying to process the news.

She took my semi-erect cock in her hand and said, "This sucker is coming along and I won't take no for an answer. Wanna tag along, big boy?"

I stammered, not because I didn't want to, but more out of shock, "S-s-sure."

She let go of my cock and stood up. "I would love to chat and play some more, but I need to get to work."

Thank God, I thought to myself, I needed time to recover.

As Miranda got dressed she continued, "Curtis, what's your cell number?"

I gave it to her and she explained, "I want to get to know you better over the next three weeks, we need to look like a loving couple at the wedding, not a couple of strangers." Her skirt back on, she pulled me off the floor and explained, her hand back on my cock, "I will definitely make it worth your while."

Her seductive smile and tone had me a complete bowl of jello. I tried to sound strong and manly. "Sure thing, baby."

She kissed me quickly and finished getting dressed. I too started getting dressed as my Mother said, "Bad news, Curtis."

I turned to my Mom and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Your Dad just texted. He's home."

"Oh," I replied, pondering how we would be able to keep up our little sexcapades.

Mom stood up too, grabbing my cock through my pants. "So we'll have to be more creative."

"Whatever you say, Mom," I agreed, like a good son.

"That's what I like to hear," she said, squeezing my cock one last time.

We all finished getting dressed (and Miranda found some fresh pantyhose) and said our goodbyes and as I was just getting ready to leave, Miranda gave me one last kiss and whispered in my ear, "I'll text you later so you'll have my number. Any time you want me, just text me back." She bit my ear and sauntered away.

I adjusted my cock, which had grown again. I left the house and got into my car. I sat there for a few minutes attempting to process the craziness of the last hour. I had fucked Miranda Collington! I had a date with Miranda Collington!

Just as I went to drive away my cell buzzed. I glanced at it.

Miranda: U have my cell now. Anytime you need a place to warm up your cock just give me a call.

I smiled. I texted back: How about now?

I waited a minute and was rewarded by a text back.

Miranda: U naughty boy. I will send you a special keepsake in a few seconds.

A few seconds later another text came from her. It was a jpg. I clicked on it and almost shit myself. It was a picture of Miranda in white stockings and nothing else, her knees spread open and her hand spreading her pussy lips wide open.

I was still staring at it when I received another text.

Miranda: I have hundreds of these, stud. I will send you one every day. PS This is one of my tamer ones.

I gasped. I was in stud heaven!

I texted her back: OMG you are perfection.

She texted me back.

Miranda: Yeah? Then play your cards right and you can fuck perfection anytime you want.

I decided not to respond and attempt to appear aloof and strong. I drove home thinking if I died today I'd die happy.

As I was still driving, my phone vibrated again, but I waited till I got home to check it.

Once I got home and checked the message, it was again from Miranda.

Miranda: I am still horny. U get 5 hours to recover. I expect you to meet me at 11 at the studio. If you want to watch the show live, come at 9.

A second text came as I read this one.

Miranda: Have you ever fucked someone in the ass?

I gasped! I had tried a couple times to convince my ex, Pamela, to try some backdoor play, but she wouldn't even remotely consider it. Now the woman I'd fantasized over for years was offering to let me fuck her ass.

I decided I needed a long cold shower to calm down and a nap; tonight might be a long one.

Dad was home and greeted me as I ran inside. "Hey Curtis, how was last night?"

I lied, "Uneventful."

"Is she still mad at me?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I don't think so, I covered for you pretty good."

"Thanks son," he said, patting me on the back, "You always have my back."

I held back a laugh, knowing he hadn't remotely caught on. With any luck he never would.

"I need to go take a nap, Dad, I have a late-night date."

He smiled, "Oh, to be young again."

I went upstairs to my room and collapsed on my bed, wondering what tonight and the next three weeks would bring.

The end of chapter 2...

Chapter 3 released in April 2012: What Mom Knows Fucks Her Ass...

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Summary: Mother offers eighteen-year-old son her last remaining hole.

Note 1: This is part three of a continuing incest series. I highly recommend you read the first two parts as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information. But just in case:

In What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her Eighteen-year-old Curtis attends a Halloween party in his absent Dad's costume and tricks his Mom into fucking him.

In What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again The next day Curtis fucks his Mom and her hot friend.

Note 2: Thanks to the many people who voted, commented and made suggestions for this series.

Note 3: Thanks to Goamz86 for reading an early draft of this story.

Note 4: Thanks to Estragon for his copy-editing expertise. A massive rewrite occurred in December 2018 by Tex Beethoven

The next three weeks were a whirlwind of sex.

That first night (after my crazy threesome with my Mom and my new MILF girlfriend Miranda), after a good nap to recover, I made it to the TV station half an hour early.

Security wouldn't believe me so I had to text Miranda, who came and pulled me inside, her tongue greeting me as soon as we cleared the door.

She entwined her fingers with mine and led me into the news studio where I was promptly introduced to her ex, Mark.

"Mark, this is my new boyfriend Curtis," she said, her arm hooked in mine.

Mark looked at me with such disdain I was rather nervous. Ignoring me completely as a threat, he replied to Miranda, "Isn't he a bit young for you?"

"Isn't Brittany a little dumb for you?" she countered sharply.

"Whatever," he said, walking away having totally dismissed me from any importance. I was inclined to return the assessment, no matter how many times I'd seen his professional charm on TV.

Miranda's smile was big as she pulled me into her dressing room for a quick blow job. As soon as the door was closed, my fantasy jerk-off woman for all these years was on her knees, devouring my cock. Once she had swallowed my seed, she stood back up and kissed me sweetly, her tongue darting between my lips, the last remnants of my cum returned to me for recycling.

I watched the show live, which was surprisingly boring yet frantic, and once it was done Mark marched up to me for a face to face.

"How old are you, kid?" he asked, sizing me up.

"Eighteen."

"You know she's just using you, right?"

I shrugged. "Well, if that's true there could be worse things to be used for."

He ignored my jibe and just went to threatening me. "I don't want to see you around here again."

Miranda showed up just as Mark was poking me in the chest with his finger to emphasize his point and I was doing my best to look unimpressed. Miranda joked, "Mark, you already had your chance with me. Leave my lover boy alone."

He sarcastically agreed, "'Boy' is the right word."

Miranda shot back. "Be careful about your word choices, tiny. Curtis is a real man and unlike someone I could mention he can get it up more than once. On that note Curtis, let's see how many times you can get it up today. So far your count is four if I recall. Ready for one or two more?"

She grabbed my hand and pulled me along as I blushed like an embarrassed schoolboy. Once we were in her room she closed the door and tore off my clothes. "Curtis, I am so fucking horny. I want you in me right now."

Like a kid in a candy shop, I grabbed at everything. I squeezed her ass, I cupped her breasts and I slid a finger inside my dream woman's wet pussy. Each action had her moaning like a porn star and gasping like she was down to her last breath.

Once we were on her couch, I dove between her legs and sampled her heavenly taste. On first contact her moans increased and they continued as I eagerly lapped her pussy. I don't know if I was that good or she was just that horny, maybe both, but she came hard only a couple of minutes in. As soon as she was done, she straddled my rock-hard cock (number five of the day) and bounced up and down on it. She easily devoured all eight inches and I just watched in complete awe as my most frequent stroke fantasy other than my Mother rode me. She purred, "Do you like this, Curtis?"

"Fuck yes," I moaned.

"I love your quick recovery time, stud," she moaned.

Acting studly, my confidence brimming, I bragged, "I can go all night."

She smiled, "Don't make promises you can't keep. I've just hit my sexual prime and I crave cock constantly."

My balls bubbling from the reality that Miranda Collington was my girlfriend and was riding my cock with reckless abandon, I grunted, "I'm not going to last much longer on this go-around."

I expected her to get off me, but instead she bounced faster as she begged, "Then fill my cunt with your cum, baby. I want to feel it explode inside me. Come baby, come for Miranda!"

I needed no further encouragement as I shot my load deep inside her. She didn't miss a beat as she continued riding my cock, milking every last drop of my cum. Finally getting off me, she knelt down and kissed me passionately. One would think I'd be spent after five loads today, two in my Mom and three more in Miranda, but my cock never faltered.

We chatted for a few minutes, where I learned Mark's wedding was to be in Las Vegas and she wanted me to accompany her for a four-day trip. I couldn't believe my past twenty-four hours: I'd first fucked my beautiful Mom last night and I'd begun fucking a local celebrity today. Life couldn't get better than this...could it?

One more lengthy fuck and I headed home, exhausted with my cock raw. Even at my horniest I don't think I'd ever even stroked myself six times in one day. I crashed in my bed still dressed and fell into a deep sleep.

...

I was awakened the next morning by my Mother's lips wrapped around my cock. That is easily the best way in the world to be awakened...a blow job from your Mother. Even though I'd shot six loads the day before, it didn't take long to get me stirring. Once I was awake, Mom straddled me and her hot lava engulfed my just awakened cock and she said, "I hope Miranda didn't wear you out, I need some quality time with my son."

"Like you promised, she's a minx," I moaned as Mom bounced up and down on my cock, "but I'll always have time for you, Mom."

"You say the sweetest things," she purred, squeezing her breasts together and leaning forward. I took a stiff nipple in my mouth and bit down gently.

She let out a soft moan and teased, "Don't leave any incriminating evidence."

I bit harder and teased back, "Is my Mommy-slut telling me what to do?"

She moaned, "Yes, I am. Now fuck me, big boy."

Never one to refuse such a request, I began bucking my ass up, my cock pistoning inside her like a well-oiled machine. Her luscious breasts bounced in my face and her moans of pleasure increased proportionately. "Oh god baby, fuck Mommy. Your cock feels so good in Mommy!"

Her constant reference to being my Mommy only made it hotter, a constant reminder of the taboo act we both were participating in so eagerly.

"You love my cock, don't you, Mommy?" I asked.

"I fucking do love it, son. I can't get enough of your big stiff cock," she moaned, as I continued to fuck her.

Getting tired from this position, I ordered, "On all fours, Mommy. I'm going to fuck you like a dog, like you're my pet...my pet Mommy."

"Oh God, Curtis. That is so fucking hot," my sexy Mother replied, obeying my order and getting on all fours.

Getting behind her beautifully tight ass, I put my hands on her hips and allowed my cock to roam and tease, rubbing against her lips, but not inside her. Mom, who's never been overly patient demanded, "Shove your cock in me, Curtis, now!"

I spanked her ass gently before sliding my cock inside my Mother's warm cauldron. "Sooooo demanding, Mom."

"Aaaah, fuck, yes," she moaned the instant I filled her. "I can't believe how good you feel inside me, son."

"Right back atcha, Mom."

My first load of the morning never came quickly and this time was no different. But after some serious hardcore fucking of my Mom, I felt my balls boiling and I warned, "I'm going to come soon, Mom."

With lightning speed, my Mom turned around and devoured my cock with her perfect cock sucking lips. She furiously bobbed back and forth like the eager slut she was and I rewarded her with a very full load of cum! Dear God, that was good! Much more slowly now but swallowing every drop, she continued bobbing up and down on my cock until I asked her to stop, the sensations now making me have to pee.

When I returned from the washroom my sexy Mother was lying in my bed waiting for me. She said, strangely like an insecure teenager, "Don't you forget about your Mother's needs, now that you're spending so much time with your boyhood fantasy girl."

I corrected her. "Oh Mom, you were my first and you still are my most constant boyhood fantasy girl."

She slapped my shoulder playfully. "I bet you say that to all the older women you fuck."

I kissed her tenderly, with the passion of a man in love, gentle, intimate and yet still with the lust that had long accompanied my feelings for her. Breaking the kiss I said, "Mom, I love you."

"I love you too, son," she answered.

I stood up, suddenly hungry for breakfast and said, "Did you know the wedding is in Vegas?"

"I do now," she quipped.

"I'm not even old enough to get into the bars and casinos," I pointed out.

My Mother, always the witty one, quipped back, "But you are old enough to get into Miranda."

"Touché," I replied, still basking in my good fortune.

Mom got up and said, "Go shower; I'll make my well-hung boy some breakfast."

"You really are the best mother in the world," I complimented.

Walking over to me and grabbing my semi-erect cock, she leaned over and warned it, "And don't you forget it." She gave me one last tug for emphasis and disappeared.

...

I put on hold my attempt to find out more about Ellie's past relationship with my mother since I was focused on Miranda and the upcoming wedding, which had become a full-time job. Miranda paraded me around at work, flaunting me in front of her ex every chance she got and playing with my trombone over and over again.

...

A few days later I had just finished fucking Miranda in her dressing room, which had become a daily routine, when she said, "I'm going to buy our airline tickets tomorrow. You're still good with coming?"

I replied with sexual innuendo, "I love coming with you."

"Oh you dirty boy," she teased.

Throwing an idea out there, I asked, "What would you think of having Mom and Ellie join us?"

She asked, pouting like a schoolgirl, "What, I'm not enough for you?"

"On the contrary! But we both care about my Mom and she clearly misses being with Ellie and needs to be pushed past the point of no return and well...what happens in Vegas...I just have a feeling we can do her some good."

Her devious smile crossing her radiant just-fucked face, she asked, "You want to play lesbian matchmaker with your married Mom?"

"Well, that's an interesting way to put it," I reflected with a grin. "Nothing ventured..."

"You know that Ellie used to Domme your Mom, right?"

"Mom said if she ever gave in to Ellie again it would be impossible ever to break free again, and that's pretty much all she said."

"Tell you what, I love the idea. But how are we going to get Ellie to go along?"

"I already thought of that. You invite her as your 'plus one' and later on she'll be pleasantly surprised to see Mom and me on the plane too."

"Hmmm... and I assume you have a plan for while we're up in the air?" she guessed, her hand slowly stroking my already growing cock.

"Only one: fucking. But in my head if we have a cast of four, I have a million different variants," I admitted.

"Do you want to fuck Ellie?" Miranda asked.

"Well..." I began, knowing answering such a question was dangerous.

"It's ok, baby," Miranda said, "I'd love to see you fuck her. I'd also love to play with her as well."

"That will be a pleasant surprise for Mom once she gets past her fears," I said, as I tapped my cock on Miranda's sweet lips.

"I'll make the arrangements tomorrow," she promised before taking my cock back in her mouth.

...

The next day, a few days since I'd first fucked my mother, she came up to me in the kitchen as I was getting ready to go meet up with Miranda. Her hand went onto my cock while Dad was in the other room watching the 5:00 news, and she pouted, "Have you forgotten about Mommy?"

My stiff cock gave its own answer as I moaned softly, "God no, Mom. As you can tell, I'm always ready to assist you in any way possible."

She unzipped and opened the front of my pants and fished out my cock. She stroked it quickly. "Fuck, do I want this in me." Surprising me, she lifted up her sundress to show me her hot and ready playground, then bent over the counter and whispered, "Fuck me, Curtis."

"But Dad is right in the next room," I protested.

"Do as your mother asks," she ordered quietly.

Since Dad had gotten home from his trip Mom had given me a quick BJ in the bathroom while Dad was downstairs, she'd daringly rubbed my cock with her foot during supper a couple of times as well, but we hadn't ever fucked while Dad was in the house.

"You sure?" I asked, still nervous about getting caught, even as her tight, shapely bent-over ass had me raring to go.

"Yes, fuck your Mommy, Curtis, fuck me now!" she begged, albeit in a whisper.

Obeying my Mother like a good son always should, I grabbed her hips and easily penetrated her very wet pussy.

I limited myself to slow strokes although they were deep, still pretty scared of getting caught by Dad while I was fucking Mom. Mom's moans were quiet and controlled, unlike the loud, animated slut she was when we were alone.

We continued to fuck for three minutes or so, but then the phone rang. My Dad never answered the phone and it was here in the kitchen, anyway.

Mom cursed under her breath, "For fuck sakes," and went to the phone, reluctantly allowing me to slip out of her. Picking up the receiver, she rolled her eyes. "Hi Mom."

Knowing this would be a long conversation, I put my cock back in my pants and winked at Mom, whose red cheeks would have been incriminating CSI evidence of our crime. She said, "Mom, give me a second. Curtis is just leaving."

Mom set the phone down and came over to me. She whispered in my ear, her hand firmly on my stiff cock, "Don't forgot about Mommy while you're out gallivanting with Miranda."

"Of course, not Mom. You'll always be my first choice."

She kissed my lips, shoving her tongue in my mouth, before saying, "And don't you ever forget it."

I quipped, "How could I Mom, you're my MILF slut. You're family."

She smiled and mocked being my authority figure, "Don't you dare call your Mother a slut, young man... unless you're inside me. Fuck, I wish your Dad was gone. I guess I'll have to fuck him tonight."

"Oh, the sacrifices," I mocked.

"Don't get me started," she sighed, before asking, "Have you fucked Miranda in the ass yet?"

"No," I admitted, even though the thought had crossed my mind when she was bent over and I was fucking her in her favorite position, the submissive doggy style.

"Have you fucked anybody in the ass, son? Ever?" she asked, still rubbing my cock through my jeans.

"Noooooooo," I moaned.

"Well, tomorrow your Dad is heading out of town again and mine is going to be the first rosebud you ever pluck. Is that understood?"

"Yes indeed, Mom," I agreed, very enthusiastically.

"Good, so tomorrow is mine, all day, understood?" she commanded with one final squeeze.

"Yes, Mommy," I replied.

I watched her saunter away, flaunting her sexy wiggle. She went to the phone and resumed talking to her Mother seconds after promising her son her ass. My life was fucking amazing!

...

I headed out to see Miranda again.

When I arrived at the studio Mark confronted me in the parking lot. He'd clearly been waiting to intercept me. "I thought I warned you to stay away from Miranda."

I replied, "Aren't you getting married to someone else? I'd think such a commitment would veto any such territorialism."

"Don't get smart with me," Mark threatened.

"Or what?" I asked.

"Don't mess with me."

I sidestepped him and resumed walking, tossing back over my shoulder, "I'm not here to mess with you. I'm here to mess with Miranda, over and over again."

"You fucking punk," he retorted impotently, as I walked into the studio.

Mark did seem to carry some weight around here and I wondered if he could do anything to restrict my access to the station. But I shrugged off any concerns for now and went to shoot my usual pre-show load between Miranda's perfect cock sucking lips. As soon as I entered her dressing room she smiled and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

I eventually told her about my encounter outside and Miranda cursed, "Fuck! He just won't grow up! Fucking men, they don't know what they've got till they lose it."

I asked, a bit worried about the answer, "You don't want to get back with him, do you?"

"I'd rather become celibate, and you know how much I love sex," she replied, before her angry expression morphed into mischievous. "But two can play at that game."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked. Her face looked scary and I was glad she knew I was on her side!

"You shall see. But you'll have to wait for your blow job until right before air time."

I shrugged, "Whatever suits you're fancy."

We talked about the Vegas trip for a while and she confirmed Ellie was coming along and Miranda planned to talk to my Mom tomorrow. Miranda smiled, "Your devious plan to get your Mom to submit herself to a Mistress while you and I spectate is almost in place."

"Don't forget, the plan also includes my fucking Ellie," I added.

"That will be yours to orchestrate, although if you need my help, just tell me what to do. But don't you go getting me jealous. I already have to share you with your Mom," Miranda teased, falling to her knees.

She took my cock in her mouth and after a couple of deep bobs asked, "Was your car recently parked in your Mom's garage?"

I laughed at the horrendous visual. "Yes, we fucked for a few minutes in the kitchen while Dad was in the living room. But the phone rang."

"Oh, you poor boy. You didn't get to come in your Mom," she mocked, before asking, "Will I do?"

I grabbed her head and led her mouth back to my raging hard-on. "Yes, baby, you'll more than do."

Ten minutes later, which is as long as I could usually last in the sauna of lust that was Miranda's mouth, I began shooting my cum.

Unlike her usual swallow-every-drop routine, she opened wide and caught my ropes of cum like they were basketballs arcing into her basket. Once I was done, she closed up, stood up and silently left the room.

Curious as hell, I pulled my pants up and followed my devious girlfriend into the studio. She went directly to Mark, who was seated at the anchor's desk and leaned forward, her mouth open to show her mouthful of cum to her ex.

He went beet red as Miranda ostentatiously swallowed it all. I was just close enough to hear her say, "Remember when that was your pre-show routine?"

"What the fuck, Miranda?" Mark questioned.

Miranda, now openly mad, threatened for all to hear, "Leave my boyfriend the fuck alone!"

"'Boy' is right," he quipped back confidently.

Miranda laughed, a knife dripping with scorn, "Don't you dare judge him, Mr. Can't-get-it up-for-round-two-without-a-nap."

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The others in the room couldn't help but let out quiet appreciative chuckles as Miranda turned and stalked away, leaving a red-faced Mark utterly speechless, probably for the first time in his egotistical life.

Miranda walked right up to me and shoved her tongue down my throat for all to see. I could taste myself on her tongue but was thrilled to finally receive the public affection she hadn't given me until this very moment.

Mark glared at me and I smugly winked back at him, not a care in the world.

Miranda and I fucked after the show for a lengthy hot marathon session where I deposited two more loads in her, one in her pussy and another in her mouth.

As I was getting ready to head home for the night, I mentioned, "I'm going to stay home and hang out with Mom tomorrow, sexy."

"You're going to 'hang out' are you? Thanks for the visual. You're such an unrepentant mother-fucker," she teased.

I retorted, "Jealous?"

She shrugged, "Maybe." As she kissed me goodbye, giving me another taste of my own medicine, she threw me for a loop as she finished with, "Of course the question is, am I jealous of your Mom for getting to fuck you, or jealous of you for getting to fuck your Mom!"

"Good question," I chuckled appreciatively. "Let me know what you come up with."

...

The next morning Dad left early for an overnight meeting somewhere and I replaced him in my naked Mother's bed. I had just deposited a load in her cunt to start the morning right when she informed me, "Hey baby, I'm coming to Vegas with you!"

Acting surprised, I asked, "Really? How did that happen?"

"Didn't Miranda tell you?"

"No, but we don't do a lot of talking when we're together," I joked.

"You're such a male slut," Mom joked.

I corrected her, "When a girl fucks more than one guy she is a slut, often considered a cheap one. When a man is scoring with two women he is a stud and someone to be acclaimed. Unfair I know, but those are the rules of society. I don't make them, I just follow them and bask in the adulation of my peers."

Slapping me playfully, she quipped, "Your peers should aim better, they'd make less of a mess," then questioned, "are you calling me a slut, young stud?"

As my forefinger traced her firm breasts, I answered, "Better. You're my slut, Mom."

"Well then," she began straddling my still semi-erect cock, "if I'm going to be labelled a slut, I'd better be a good one."

"Slut away, Mom," I replied, watching her engulf my cock and begin riding me.

Another deposit banked inside my Mom, into her eager pussy this time, I already had visions of going for the triple play in one day: mouth, pussy and ass. Like the triple play in baseball, the last throw is always the hardest to complete.

As we lay there, it still being morning but both of us already glowing in double play after-sex glory, Mom said, "We're going out for supper tonight as mother and son and then coming back here for a very, very special night."

"I can't wait," I replied.

Getting through the school day was a bitch as the thought of a date with Mom and the promised ass fuck was all I could think about. I was a walking erection with a mind of goo all day. At long last I returned home and found a note on the kitchen table.

Son,

Sorry, but I had a last-minute call for a house to show. I'll have to meet you at the restaurant at six. I booked us a table at Rizzo's.

Love

Mom

Wow! Rizzo's was the classiest restaurant in the city and therefore meant suit and tie. I went to my room and Mom had already laid my best suit out on the bed. I had a nice shower and got ready, making sure to look my best for my date with Mom. At the last minute I decided to go commando; you never know when you may have to release the beast in a flash. I finished getting ready and sped to Rizzo's. I arrived ten minutes early and was led to my table.

I waited, a bundle of excitement at what Mom had promised me. Mom, being Mom, arrived fifteen minutes late, which was fifteen minutes early for her, but all was forgiven the moment I saw her. Her hair was down, which I loved, but it was the gold cocktail dress that stopped just below the knee, and the mocha colored stockings, my favorite shade of nylon, that had my cock on full alert and begging to be released.

Mom hugged me, closely enough that she could feel my attention so she asked, "Is that for me?"

"All eight inches of it," I flirted back.

"I can't wait," she responded, giving my cock a subtle squeeze before I moved around and pulled out her chair like a gentleman. "Oh, how sweet! But you don't have to impress me baby; you're definitely getting laid tonight."

I replied, "It's the small things Mom, they're always the first to go when a relationship begins to falter, and I won't let that happen."

My Mom, suddenly in reflection mode agreed, "No truer words have ever been spoken."

I returned to my chair just as our waiter arrived. He took our drink orders after taking more than a subtle glance at my Mom's generous cleavage.

Once he was gone I pointed out, "Mom, our server was staring right down your front."

"Was he?" she asked, oblivious to the distraction her beauty still caused among many, many men.

"Indeed he was. Of course who could blame him? You're easily the sexiest person here."

"You and your flattery! I already told you you're getting laid tonight. In fact I'm hoping to go for the Trifecta all in one evening."

"Trifecta?" I questioned.

"Yes, where you shoot a load of your white stuff in each of my three special finish lines," my mother informed me, her stocking-clad foot now snuggling in my crotch.

"Oh fuck Mom, my first load may end up in my pants if you keep teasing me," I admitted, my balls already begging me to shoot some white stuff anyplace at all.

Her foot remained near my imminent white stuff although not moving, as the waiter brought our starter salads. My hand rubbed gently along the top of my Mom's foot, the tactile sensations of the silk nylon the greatest feeling in the world.

As we ate our salads Mom asked, "Ever had a foot job, baby?"

"No," I answered after a brief memory search revealed I never had. Pam, my ex, had once rubbed her stocking feet all over my body in a sensual foot massage of sorts, but her feet had only rubbed my cock briefly before moving on.

"Well, then obviously you've never had a stocking-clad foot job," my Mom deduced.

"Obviously," I agreed, "are you offering?"

As her foot tapped on my cock, she shrugged with a devilish smile, "Well, we already have a Trifecta to complete tonight, but maybe we can fit that in too. Seeing your cock squirt its cum all over my stockings would be pretty hot, don't you think?"

"Shit Mom, we won't be able to see anything it squirts if you keep this up much longer," I warned, thinking I might come like I had back when I started my self-explorations when I was younger, just by touch.

She smiled, "Don't you dare waste that precious cum."

The waiter returned with our meals and taking my point Mom thankfully relented, moving her foot away. We ate our dinners and discussed non-sexual things like school, Mom's job, and plans for a summer trip to visit her mother, whom I'd always liked. If anyone was listening there would be no hint of our sexual relationship, the taboo sin we were planning to repeat very soon.

Once dinner was done my beautiful Mother suggested, "I say we skip dessert here and find a place where I can get some directly from the source."

"Cheque," I quipped, knowing my hard cock, which had never shrunk throughout dinner, wasn't going to make it much longer before it begged to whip some cream.

We paid the bill and once we were outside, nighttime just beginning to set in, Mom asked, "Elma and I did the showing together so I had her drop me off here. Where did you park?"

"In the underground parking."

"Perfect!" she smiled, grabbing my hand, our fingers entwined as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, not mother and son. "Lead the way, baby!" Just the way she said 'baby' with such syrupy sexiness had my cock twitching.

As we walked down a lower flight of secluded concrete stairs, Mom suddenly tugged backwards on my hand. I stopped and looked at her. She pushed me against the wall, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, squatted down and devoured me whole.

I couldn't believe she would take such a risk as to blow me in a stairwell, but we'd hear a loud door echoing around if it opened and be able to cover up in time.

Her warm mouth, her nasty teasing of the past hour and a half and the chancy setting all had me on the brink in record time. My balls were boiling when sure enough, a door above us did open! I told Mom, "Someone's coming."

She paused only long enough to say, "Then you'd better come real soon," and devoured my cock again, unconcerned we were about to get caught.

I closed my eyes, trying to set aside my nervousness about being caught, concentrating on the feel of my cock bumping against Mom's throat even as above me I heard steps approaching, and surrendered to my approaching orgasm, to the sensations Mom's lips, tongue and wet warm mouth were giving me. So close! Within seconds I was shooting a load of my sweet cum down my Mom's throat even as the steps got incredibly close!

They were almost upon us when with a playful giggle Mom stood up and shoved her tongue in my mouth, deliberately feeding me the last remnants of my cum. My cock was still outside my trousers, still erect, but hidden by Mom's body so we looked scandalous but not illegal mere seconds before a middle-aged couple dressed for the opera or some other fancy shindig appeared around a corner of the stairwell and ascended past us. The woman's expression clearly displayed her distaste for such inappropriate displays of affection, while the man saw with a regretful look, a time long past for him.

As soon as they'd gone, Mom dropped back down to the floor and cleaned my cock, hoovering up any last-minute escapee droplets.

Five minutes later we were in my car when she asked, "Can we stop at the Love Boutique? I'll need some lube if you're going to drill my ass tonight."

I gasped at my Mom's shockingly blunt language, but of course pulled up at the store a couple of minutes later. I planned to stay in the car but Mom asked, "Don't you want to come in with me? Maybe pick out a costume for your mother to wear before you sodomize her?"

Such nasty talk had my cock revving to go again and my imagination spinning in overdrive. I unfastened my seat belt and followed Mom in, leading with my cock.

As we entered the store I realized I'd never been in a sex shop. I'd considered it a few times, but never had the guts to break through my psychological barrier. Yet here I was, creeping in with my mother (who was sauntering), shopping for some lube to fuck her ass. I really had the best life in the world!

Once we were in the store I was like a kid on Christmas morning, surrounded by so many toys and things I didn't even know where to start. Mom went to the toy section and I followed. She grabbed some lube and tossed it to me (to carry around where anyone could see what it was), before leading me over to look at toys. I couldn't believe the variety. I was looking at a double-ended dildo size XXL in confused awe not daring to touch it when Mom, holding a strap-on, said, "That does look interesting. Would you like to watch Miranda and me scissor fuck ourselves with that?"

"I have no idea what that means, but yes."

"And which strap-on should I buy, the seven-inch or the eight, for the next time your girlfriend and I play?" Mom asked, holding up two dildo cocks.

I pointed, "Well, Miranda likes them big."

"Good call," my Mom concurred, returning both and grabbing a huge ten-inch cock. "This will have her whimpering like the slut she is."

"Mom, that's my girlfriend you're talking about."

"That she is; but must I remind you she was my personal plaything first? I haven't relinquished her, you know," Mom smiled, bonking me on the head with the big cock.

"Fair enough," I agreed, already imagining my Mom and my girlfriend in a variety of dirty positions.

"Now let's go check out some costumes," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to a corner with colourful outfits hanging all over the walls.

"Wow!" I said, overwhelmed by the many kinky fantasies I could envision role playing with my mother. "I don't even know where to start."

"Well, real role play is about creating situations and becoming the costume," my sexy mother pointed out.

"Ok," I said, unsure what she meant.

"So, let's see," she paused, pursuing the many different options. "Ah-ha," she said, reaching up on the wall and grabbing a Catwoman costume. "Find a Batman costume, stud."

I found one pretty easily, my mind already creating scenarios of Batman disciplining Catwoman. Mom put on the mask and sauntered over to me seductively, parodying the old Adam West over-the-top-sound-balloon action scenes I used to watch on reruns, "So Batman, do you think you could BING BAM BOOM me into submission?" She was bonking my skull with the dildo again to illustrate.

The innuendo had me weak in the knees as I tried to come up with a witty comeback.

When I couldn't, she purred, actually sounding like a cat, "What is it Batman, cat got your tongue?"

She rubbed my stiff cock through my pants and teased, "Oh, does a certain little man want to come out of the Batcave and play? Is that you, Alfred?"

I moaned, unable to come up with a complete thought.

She took the mask off and reached for another outfit. She grabbed a red one and disappeared into a change room. I looked at other outfits: various princesses, nurses, Superwoman, Lady Gaga... each one creating a new fantasy for me.

Mom came out in the skimpiest red outfit ever, her mocha-coloured thigh high stocking tops completely visible. She skipped up to me and teased, "Well, hello there Mr. Wolf, do you want to chase me back to my grandmother's house and eat me right up?"

My mouth dropped open, my Mom's transformation into a wolf-bait girl in a shelf bodice, so fucking naughty.

Her hand slid down my chest to my cock, her finger like lightning and thunder. "Imagine helpless li'l ole me with a basketful of goodies and no one to use them on me?"

"Aaaah, fuck, Mom," I moaned.

"Does baby want to fuck Little Red Mommy Hood?" she asked, her hand again on my crotch.

"Oh god, yes," I grunted, like a babbling fool.

Mom looked around and pulled me into the dressing room. She pushed me onto the bench, pulled out my cock and sat down on it, engulfing it completely. Her wet warmth coated my basket of goodies and she bounced up and down eagerly, taking every inch of me with each downward bounce. My Mom was really horny and I could feel her excess juice leaking onto my legs as our bodies collided. Her moans, although controlled because of our surroundings, were becoming louder the longer she fucked me. I could tell she wanted to scream, to talk dirty, and the restrictive location was holding her back from the pure pleasure she usually sang to the skies when we fucked.

I whispered, trying to push her past the point of resistance, "Come for me Mommy, come like the son-fucker you are."

"Aaah, fuck, Curtis," she whispered back, "keep talking dirty to me. Treat me like your fucking personal sex-slut."

I wanted to bend her over and take control but the room didn't allow for it, so I continued my verbal assault of my perfect, beautiful, slut Mom. "Keep bouncing, slut. Who owns that wet cunt of yours?"

"You do," she moaned, loader than she meant to.

"I do what?" I asked, slapping her ass loudly.

"Aaah, fuck, you own my cunt, baby."

"And I can use it whenever I want, right Mommy?"

"Oh fuck, yes, Curtis, I'm always at your disposal," she moaned.

"My personal live-at-home Mommy cum bucket."

"Oh my fucking God, Curtis, yes, baby, more, I'm so close," she moaned, getting turned on by the submission and the taboo sin of fucking her son where she was now getting so loud the whole store was probably listening!

"Come for me now, my Mommy-slut, come like the dirty, incestuous, son-fucking whore you are," I demanded, my own orgasm incredibly close from my Mom's furious ride. I was still whispering, so even though my Mom's imminent orgasm probably wasn't a secret any more, at least our blood ties remained privileged information.

She began to scream and I didn't even bother to cover her mouth as her orgasm quaked through her and almost simultaneously my cum exploded inside her. She didn't slow down, my cum filling her cunt, creating crosscurrents as her juice leaked out around me. A minute later she climbed off me and said, "Shit, I should have worn panties, I'm leaking like crazy!"

I laughed, as I saw the mix of her juice and my cum slithering down her leg.

"Get out of here before the police arrive, you dirty boy, you," she teased.

I returned to Costume Corner where an older woman, a saleslady, glared at me because of what we'd just done, although she had no idea that incest had just occurred in her store. I avoided eye contact and looked around for another outfit.

Mom returned a moment later, the Red outfit in hand, and said to the older woman, ignoring her accusatory eyes, "I think we will take this one, the Catwoman and Batman and one more."

"Which one?" I asked, curiously.

"That is for me to know and you to find out when I'm ready to surprise you," she teased. "Go to the car so I can fetch it and pay for all this."

I obeyed and waited in the car, bubbling with anticipation to complete the promised Trifecta. Come in mouth: Check. Come in cunt: Check. One more to go!

Mom got in and I drove us home. She said, "I can't stop leaking."

I shrugged, "I can't believe we fucked in a sex shop."

"I can't believe all those nasty things you called me," she countered.

I quickly apologized, "Sorry Mom, I..."

She slapped my knee. "Oh Curtis, you're still as gullible as you were when you were young! When I'm revved up like that I want to be treated like a slut, it gets me off like nothing else. I can't explain it, but it's true. When you called me a live-at-home Mommy cum bucket it goosed me right over the top! And now I'm leaking like a sieve."

We pulled into the driveway and Mom smiled. "Think you can get it up one more time, son?"

"Oh Mom, I can go and go and go. I'm the Energizer fuck-bunny," I quipped.

"Let's go see if you can back those words up, stud." She smiled in anticipation, getting out of the car.

Once in the house, she took her bag of goodies with her and said, "I'm going to shower and get into costume. Why don't you go shower too, then pour me some wine?"

I did as suggested, taking a long hot shower, my cock never completely shrinking, the curiosity of what Mom had bought for tonight and the thought of fucking Mom's ass constantly spinning through my head.

In my room, I got dressed again and noticed Miranda had texted me. I clicked on it.

Miranda: Have u banged ur Mommy's ass yet? Here is something for you to think about for our time together tomorrow. When I let you bang mine.

I gasped. It was a picture of Miranda bent over holding her cheeks open and her enticing rosebud staring at me, begging to be fucked.

My cock was again in missile mode and I adjusted myself before heading to the kitchen to pour us some wine and put together a plate of appetizers.

I'd finished almost a full glass of wine when my Mom called down the stairs, "Are there any Jedis down there?"

Being the ultimate Star Wars geek, I was curious and wasn't disappointed when I turned the hallway corner and looked up to find Mom dressed exactly like Princess Leia, hair and all. In her hand was one of my collectible lightsabers. She slinked seductively down the stairs and quipped, "Well, you won't have to be using your hands solo tonight, Jedi."

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She put the tip of my lightsaber in my mouth. "Any guess where I found this light saber?"

I could taste my Mom's heavenly hole. She teased, "Of course I want a very different lightsaber in me tonight, Jedi."

"Oh, I think the force is with me, Princess," I quipped, confidently moving in and kissing my beautiful Mother princess. Being aggressive, I pushed her against the wall and she whimpered. I demanded, "Princess Lay I, it's time to reward your loyal Jedi."

I pushed her to her knees, on the stairs, and she unbuckled my pants and took my skin-tone lightsaber in her hands. She quipped, "You were certainly concealing a deadly weapon, my knight."

"I think I've found the perfect place to hide it for safekeeping," I shot back, shoving my cock in her mouth. Unlike our last couple of times I was being much more aggressive, grabbing the no-doubt-intended-hand-grips of her sexy Princess Leia hair and pumping my cock between her sweet cock sucking lips. A couple of minutes of this and I ordered, "Go get on your bed, my slut princess."

"Yes, sir knight," she replied, unable to conceal her true submissive nature once she had a taste of my dominance.

I watched her rise and turn around while I went and got the wine. I went upstairs and found her on the bed as instructed. I handed her a glass of wine and joined her. I asked, "Does Dad ever dominate you?"

"No," she admitted, before adding, "I've hidden away that naughty, dirty part of me for almost nineteen years."

"Why?" I asked, my hand moving to her white stocking-clad legs.

"I had become an adult with responsibilities, so I had to let go of my past," she rationalized weakly.

"But you have always, and not just subconsciously, craved submission. Didn't you want Dad to take over and use you like a slut?"

Mom nodded and gulped her wine.

Surprising her with a sudden new topic I asked, "So Mom, what really happened between you and Ellie?"

In a heartbeat her expression had transformed from confident and sexy to shy and nervous. "Curtis, that was a long time ago."

"I know," I pushed, my voice soft and tender, like a therapist trying to draw out his patient's past. "But clearly you're not completely over it."

"I am too," she said, attempting to be strong, "I've successfully resisted the temptation for years until you came to my rescue and began domming me."

"Sorry," I said, trying a different route. "I meant you still have lingering feelings for Ellie."

"Keeping her distant enough to be friends and no more than that, resisting her insistent, inexorable web of seduction has been the hardest thing I've ever done. She's been a good friend to me, but there was always that subtle undercurrent of You need to be my slave that I could resist but never deny. Lately she's abandoned her reserve and resumed being as insistent as she ever was, and I probably would have succumbed on Halloween if you hadn't shown up and saved me," she explained, her hand falling onto my leg.

"But why is she trying to get you back now, after all these years?"

"Well, maybe she figures you're old enough not to need a mother figure," she pondered.

"I've never needed a mother with a figure more than I do now," I quipped back.

She laughed at my naughty implication. "Plus, she knows my relationship with your father hasn't been great. I've even wondered if she hasn't been attempting to conspire with your father, maybe titillating him with the idea of watching us together. Ellie's comment to you when she thought you were Ted only added to those suspicions."

"But you still love Dad?" I asked, this conversation getting much deeper than I'd originally planned, but it was what it was. I wasn't above getting Mom to submit to me and even manipulate her into making unexpected life choices, but if those choices wouldn't benefit her, all bets were off.

"I love him as a provider and as a person, but I no longer love love him, if that makes any sense," she explained, her expression betraying her frustration with her married life.

"So if that's the case why not go back to Ellie?" I questioned, getting the conversation I needed to have for her sake back on track.

Her hand just made small figure eights on my hand as she considered my question, a nervous habit of hers. "Well, I don't think you understand how domineering and demanding Ellie is."

"Probably not. Give me an example," I requested, trying to figure out my Mother's atypical insecurity, when, even when she was being submissive to me, she was otherwise a very confident woman. My hand was now at her slightly wet and uncovered pussy, distracting her slightly. Apparently Princess Leia had opted to go commando tonight. The irrepressible Carrie Fisher would have approved.

She was silent for a while as she seemed to be reminiscing her past with Ellie. "Well, as I mentioned: with Ellie it was always clear that she was the Domme and I the sub. For example," she began, but stopped, struggling to put the experience into words. She detoured, "Curtis, I'm doing my best, but saying anything at all about this is very difficult for me. You've got to understand first of all that I was and I probably still am in love with Ellie. But to try again to give you your example, let me say that while she was comfortable with her sexuality, I was too afraid at the time to ever tell my parents of my sexual preference. Being bi or a lesbian back then was a lot more condemned than it is now, when instead of being a cultural given back then, homophobia is now almost universally considered to be bigotry . We've come a long way! But I'm still skirting around the example I promised you.

"We visited my parents together once and stayed overnight, posing as 'just' college roommates. We were, but it was so much more than that. That evening after dinner my dad had gone up to his study and Ellie and I joined your Nana in the kitchen. We were carrying on a light conversation, but while my mom's back was turned as she did the dishes, my Mistress Ellie had me raise my skirt... she never let me wear panties... and fingered me to three orgasms. Mom could have turned around at any time, and yet I let her do it to me! I might have at least covered up, but Ellie didn't want me to, so I didn't. Then that night with my parents just on the other side of the wall she tied my arms and legs spread eagle to the bed, then fucked me with a strap-on to three more climaxes while I screamed my lungs out in ecstasy! If she hadn't gagged me so effectively I would have roused the entire house and probably the neighbors too! The worst part looking back is that even though I was scared stiff my parents would break down the door to my bedroom and catch us, nevertheless I loved it and would have done it again in a heartbeat!"

"So you loved Ellie," I asked, trying to open Mom up completely.

"Unconditionally," she whispered, a tear forming in her eye.

"And you were in thrall to her; you were her sex slave."

"Again, unconditionally. I often freaked out later, but whenever I was with her I did whatever she wished, no matter what."

"But..."

"But I also wanted a normal life. And I couldn't see how I could have that and be in a lesbian relationship, especially with Ellie. I wanted kids, Ellie didn't. We were completely polar opposites in every imaginable way which made us great friends, amazing lovers, but as far as coping with the outside world or raising a family, a horrible couple."

" And then you met Dad..."

"...And got pregnant with you and I just quit with Ellie cold turkey. She was furious at first, but she missed our friendship as much as I did, so eventually we moved on and pretty much pretended the past had never happened. But during the last year or so Ellie has been giving me subtle and not so subtle sexual hints, although never blatantly enough for me to be completely sure they were anything more than witty comments, until she gave herself away at the party."

"How so?" I probed.

"First, by her hands teasing me like she used to, slowly making me vulnerable. By fingering me, not blatantly like she used to but subtly, so no one would notice. By the way, I probably never would have ended up fucking you on Halloween night if she hadn't gotten me so fucking horny."

I quipped, "I'll have to thank her. Maybe get her a thank you card, something like 'You are so sweet, like an all-day sucker. Thanks for priming my Mom so I'd fuck her'."

Mom smiled and playfully slapped my hand before she continued, "Second, that evening she kept making sexual innuendos indicating she wanted to make me her sub again. Third of course, she admitted it to you when you were in your Dad's costume." She paused, before adding, her expression showing her confusion, "I just can't figure out what Ellie and Ted were up to. Were they conspiring somehow? Why else would she say that to you when she thought you were Ted?"

"Aren't you worried Ellie and Dad will compare notes about Halloween and figure out the truth?" I asked, realizing a potential problem.

"I wasn't until now," she squeaked, a look of panic crossing her face.

"No question then, we need to deal with Ellie," I decided.

"How so?" Mom asked cautiously.

"Well, I'm still working on the details. But my basic idea includes you submitting to her again," I tossed out.

"WHAT? Why?" she asked, a mixture of nervousness, excitement and curiosity.

My finger parted her very wet pussy lips. "First of all and most importantly, because it's obvious you need it. It's obvious you crave it and I believe you regret the decision you made about splitting from her."

"I don't regret it, I got you," Mom said, kissing me gently on the lips.

"Well, that is a very good point, a very good point indeed," I concurred, "but be honest with me, Mom. I'm grown up. What are you scared of now?"

"Her power," my Mom admitted.

"How so?"

"I can't say no to her. I was completely amenable to her every whim and some of those whims were crazy."

"Like at your parents' house, I get that. But you can't stop there, tell me more," I insisted.

"She loved to take risks, it was the only way she got off," Mom explained.

"Like with your mother and on that bed; but what more, Mom? You're being rather vague."

"Well, there were many other examples. They started simple. She fingered me to orgasm in a nearly empty theater. But then she did the same thing in a very full theater, where the snooty woman beside me couldn't help but notice what was happening. I was her personal live-in maid. I bathed her, I washed her hair, I made her meals, I even used my tongue to clean out her cum-filled pussy the rare times she went on a date with a guy and got laid. She owned me. She continued to push the envelope, too. Fucking me in the dorm's shared bathroom early in the morning with a strap-on, making me go down on her at a restaurant whenever the waiter disappeared, and even when she was president of the student union and conducting a meeting she would have me under the table between her legs the entire time. The bigger the threat of being caught, the bigger the thrill."

"Well, that certainly explains your taste for our outrageous public adventures today," I pointed out.

"I suppose so," she reflected. "I really hadn't thought about it, but the thought of getting caught is very exhilarating. If you're up to it, you and I can have a lot of fun!"

"Agreed, but all of this just proves my point that you need Ellie," I pointed out, before asking, "so how did you break free of her hold over you?"

"Well, it was my wedding day that was the final straw. She made me eat her out minutes before I got married to your Dad and she fucked me in the honeymoon suite a couple hours before your Dad and I consummated our marriage. It was clear that she still wanted to completely own me even if I was married, so I ended it and was reasonably confident it was for good. Even though I've been slightly tempted for years, the craving to go back has only escalated during this past year."

"Wow," was all I could say.

Mom added, "She joked during her first year of teaching how if I were still her lezzie-slut, she would have had me under her desk during her parent-teacher interviews. I have many, many times fantasized about that suggestion becoming a reality."

"Well, maybe you should," I suggested.

Mom warned, "If I ever submit to her again, there will be no turning back."

"Oh Mom, you're too melodramatic."

"No, seriously! I know for a fact that if I ever submit to her again I won't have the willpower to quit her again. I never felt freer than when I was completely Ellie's disposal, which makes no sense, but that's how I felt."

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, before adding, "based on your soaking wet cunt right now I would think not."

"Dammit Curtis, enough about making me back into a dyke slave and more about finishing tonight's little adventure," Mom said, her hand going to my fully swollen member. "Hmmmmm, I see making your Mommy your own submissive slut has gotten you nice and stiff."

"Everything about you makes me go nice and stiff, Mom." I leaned in and kissed her. For the next few minutes we weren't mother and son, but two passionate lovers who couldn't get enough of each other.

Finally Mom broke the kiss, removed my shirt and slithered down my body, splattering me with pecks of lust. She tongued my belly button, transforming a useless part of my body into an erogenous zone. When she got to my pants, she pulled then off and continued her exploration of my body: kissing my inner thighs, my legs, even my feet. When she moved back up to my cock she resumed the roleplay, "Is my Jedi ready to play knighty knight?"

Her tongue slid up my cock and I moaned, "Oh God, yes."

She continued the oral tease, taking each of my balls in her mouth separately, before returning to my shaft. Finally, she engulfed my cock with her mouth for a brief minute before quitting and asking, "Is it time for the Trifecta?"

I answered with actions as I flipped her on all fours and declaimed, "Where be the lube for my rectal saber?"

Mom pointed to the shopping bag and I retrieved it. Mom said, "Lube my ass first, baby and finger my snatch. Get me ready for that big hard cock of yours."

I obeyed her instructions, lathering her puckered pink posterior door generously, before slowly sliding a finger in.

She moaned and begged, "Now wiggle your finger around in there, son. Get Mommy's ass nice and wide and slick for you."

I again obeyed, moving my finger every which way inside her, slowly loosening her incredibly tight ass. "That feels soo good! Now slide a second finger in baby, and do the same thing again."

I again obeyed, squeezing a second finger inside ever so slowly. Once the two were fully in she whimpered, "Now twist your wrist back and forth slowly, baby. Get me nice and gaped for your big cock."

"Yes, Mommy," I replied, like a good son. Then I surprised her. While keeping my fingers in her ass, I slipped my cock inside her wet, wet cunt.

She screamed, "Oh my God, Curtis, fuck, that feels so good!"

I began pumping both her pussy and ass simultaneously with my cock and fingers. The sensations of the double pleasure were clearly driving my Mom wild, and her moans of ecstasy began increasing exponentially.

"Oh God yes, fuck, Curtis, fuck Mommy! You have Mommy soooo close," she screamed, loud enough for the neighbors to call 911.

I sped up the double assault on my Mom's pussy and ass, eager to bring her to euphoria. The euphoria came moments later when I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and her ass clamped around my fingers as she screamed, "I'm coming, you Mother-fucker, double-fucking Mommy, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

She quivered uncontrollably with tremors of pleasure as her orgasm quaked through her entire being. Still breathing heavily, she begged, "My ass baby, fuck Mommy's ass with your big lightsaber."

I slid my fingers out of her ass and moved my cock to her gaping rosebud. I hesitated and Mom leaned back onto my cock. I watched in amazement as my cock slowly disappeared inside Mom's ass. I couldn't believe how tight it was, like trying to pull on a glove a size too small. Mom continued pushing back and I kept inching in until I could no longer see my cock. Mom moaned, "Is my baby ready to fuck Mommy's ass?"

"Oh God, yes," I moaned.

"Pound me, son. Fuck Mommy's ass," she moaned back, wiggling her ass.

I grabbed her hips and slowly began fucking her, getting used to the warm sensation of Mom's tight ass. After a couple of minutes of slow fucking, Mom demanded, "Harder baby, fuck my ass harder. Make me your Mommy-ass-slut."

I obliged, no longer worried about hurting her. I began deep hard thrusts into her ass. Her screams increased as did her nasty language. "Oh fuck son, your cock feels so fucking good in Mommy's ass!"

I responded, "Does Mommy-slut like her baby's cock in her whore ass?"

"Oh god, yes! Use Mommy baby," she whimpered.

"Tell me you will obey me always!" I demanded, a devious plan spinning in my head.

"Oh god, yes baby, I'm yours baby," she replied, really getting into her submission to her son, the language, the commitment, the love and the trust.

"And I own all three of your cock holes?" I demanded, pushing the envelope.

"Oh yes, baby, they are yours to use whenever or wherever you want, dearest Mommy-fucker!"

"So you will never disobey me?" I asked, knowing her subconscious was listening and taking all of this in.

"Never, baby," she whimpered, as my deep hard thrusts penetrated her ass fully.

I pulled out and ordered, "Ride my cock, Mommy. Ride your son's cock with your ass."

She pushed me onto my back, her smile sexy as hell, and straddled my cock. "You want to watch Mommy while you fill my ass, don't you, you dirty boy?"

I reached my hands behind my head and smiled, "I could watch you all day, Mom."

She slowly lowered her ass onto my cock, biting her lip, taking my cock back in her ass, but from this different position I could reach new depths. Her eyes closed as the last couple of inches filled her up. Once I was completely inside her she opened her eyes and wiggled her ass on my cock. "Hmmm, baby, that feels so good!"

I smiled, "I love you Mom."

"I love yoooou too, you naughty fucker," she moaned back, as I bucked my ass up, piledriving my cock up into her, surprising her.

She resumed riding my cock, her beautiful tits bouncing as she rode me. I watched mesmerised, every single fantasy of mine combined into this moment. Mom dressed as Princess Leia, riding my cock in her ass was the epitome of sexual perversion. "Hmmmm, Mom, do I have a naughty plan for you when we're in Vegas."

"You do, do you?" she moaned, beginning to ride my cock faster.

"I do indeed," I teased.

"Are you going to tell Mommy?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied, "when the moment comes."

"Damn you, Curtis. Tell me now! You know I hate surprises," she demanded, now bouncing up and down on my cock like the nastiest of porn stars.

"Beg, bitch, beg to be my slut," I ordered.

"Oh yes, baby, can Mommy be your slut?" she teased, all soft and seductive, a girlish pout on her lips. She added, "Your personal live-in cum bucket, your complete submissive slave!"

"Who will never disobey me?"

"Never," she moaned, really riding my cock now.

"Ever?" I pushed.

"Fuck, Curtis. You own me. I will do anything you say. I will suck your cock right in front of your Dad if you want," she declared.

"Wow!" I moaned, and began "I want..." But my balls were boiling, "I w-w-want..." I stammered, "Oh fuck, I want you to submit to Ellie!"

"Yes, Master," she moaned, agreeing without hesitation. "I will submit to her unconditionally. I will eat her cunt in her classroom. I will crawl on all fours like a dog for her. I will become her lez-slave. Is that what you want, baby, for me to be a little lesbian slave?"

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That was the final straw and my cum exploded into her ass, coating her insides as she continued riding me. "Oh that is what you want, you dirty Mother-fucker! You want to make your Mommy a dyke, a lesbian slut who is forced to please cunt after cunt after cunt!"

"Oh yes, Mommy, yes, oh God," I moaned, my orgasm not wanting to end.

"Aaaaaaaaah, fuck!!" Mom screamed, her own orgasm shuddering through her again. I tossed her onto her back in one swift move and buried my face in her sweet nectar, lapping up her cum as it squirted out of her cunt. I spent a couple minutes cleaning Mom before she pushed me away. "Stop baby, I can't take it anymore!"

I moved away and we cuddled for a long time as we caught our breath and calmed down, no talking, just cuddling, heartbeats slowing, sweaty bodies cooling, both comfortable in the silence that followed such extreme ecstasy.

At long last Mom turned and looked into my eyes and asked not worriedly, not excitedly, not eagerly, just quietly, wanting to know for certain, "So, you really want me to get back with Ellie?"

"I think you really want to, don't you?"

"A small part of me has always wanted to, but I've always resisted the temptation. By being with Miranda and being in charge I was getting my pussy quota again but was avoiding the submissive trap I'd once been subjected to."

"But now?"

"I will offer myself to her if that is what you want, but I can't remotely predict what she'll want me to do. And no matter what that is, if I'm hers, I'll do it."

I shrugged, "Let me take care of that."

"What do you mean?" she asked, curious.

"Every female Domme like Ellie needs a strong male Master," I answered cryptically.

My Mom's eyes went big. "You're not seriously considering domming Ellie?"

"The plan is already in motion," I smiled, standing up and pulling up my pants.

My Mom smiled, "Well, you certainly have me intrigued, but how will you even start such a plan?"

"Well, they do say what happens in Vegas..."

THE END FOR NOW...

The fourth part in this series, What Mom Knows Fucks Her in Vegas was released in August 2012.What Mom Knows Fucks Her In The Air - Incest/Taboo

Mom helps son join Trifecta division of the Mile-High club.

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Summary: Mother helps son join the Trifecta division of the Mile-High Club.

Note 1: This is part four of a continuing incest series. I highly recommend you read the first three parts (What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her, What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again and What Mom Knows Fucks Her Ass) as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information...but here is a very brief primer of the series so far:

In WHAT MOM DOESN'T KNOW WILL FUCK HER eighteen-year-old Curtis goes to a Halloween party dressed in a costume designed for his absent father and fucks his beautiful mother.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER AGAIN Curtis' mother arranges an amazing threesome for Curtis with herself and his fantasy girl the local TV weather girl Miranda Collington.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER ASS Curtis begins dating the older but sexually exotic Miranda while also continuing to fuck his Mother; and as the title suggests Curtis takes his mother's ass during a legendary evening where he fulfills the Trifecta, coming in his Mother's mouth, pussy and ass.

Note 2: Thanks to the million plus readers who have read this series so far. An even bigger thanks to the fans who voted, commented and made suggestions for this series. And lastly an apology for the time between chapters, but hopefully once you read this chapter you will agree it was worth the wait.

Note 3: Thanks to Estragon for his copy-editing expertise. Thanks to Tex Beethoven for assistance in a massive 2018 rewrite.

Note 4: A thanks to Zak for sending me a naughty idea that helped spark the fire to get this part finally going after months of false starts.

The remaining days before our trip to Vegas for the wedding were the best rerun of all time as I lived my own sexual Groundhog Day over and over. I was awakened daily by Mom with her superb cock sucking lips. This was followed by a lengthy fuck session, where I blasted my first load of the day into Mom...usually into her eager mouth; I then went to college and tried to learn things, which was difficult with my mind preoccupied with my wild sex life...except in philosophy class where Professor Williams seemed like another MILF I might one day pillage. I came home for supper, which usually included if Dad was home, a quick discrete poke, a quick clandestine suck or occasionally a stealthy unloading inside my Mom; or if Dad wasn't home there'd be time for another lengthy full out sex session with all the bells, whistles and shout choruses. In the evening I would meet Miranda at the television station where I would always fill her mouth with my good luck seed before the newscast and later usually fuck her in a marathon post-broadcast sex session. For Miranda I varied where my final load of the day went, either her equally tantalizing mouth or pussy. When we weren't fucking we talked about our plans for our Vegas trip, which was going to include my joining the mile-high club...with my Mother.

The night before the trip I had already unloaded a load down Miranda's sweet mouth when she asked, following her final weather presentation for several days, "Why haven't you gone for my other hole yet?"

I was surprised by the question, but responded, "It isn't because I haven't thought about it."

"Well good," Miranda smiled her seductive smile, allowing her dress to fall to the floor, "because tonight I want to get a little dirty."

I replied with a joke. "Are we not always a little dirty?"

"Enough with the semantics," she countered, sauntering over to me like a predator hungry for fresh meat, discarding clothing as she went. "Tonight you're going to fuck my ass and I'm not taking no for an answer," she added, reaching me wearing only tan thigh high stockings and a seductive look that made me almost cream my jeans right then and there.

I stammered, still unable to believe my good fortune. I was fucking Miranda Collington...the Miranda Collington...my dream girl through so many of my teenage stroke fantasies and half the reason for my obsessive stocking fetish (my hot Mother being the other half), "N-n-no is not in my vocabulary." (At this moment suave is what I was not.)

"That's because you sir, are a male slut," she accused playfully as she squeezed my cock through my jeans. I was about to try for a witty comeback when my mouth was obstructed by Miranda's luscious lips and busy tongue. Miranda was an enigma. She was beautiful, powerful and confident, yet not a stuck-up bitch like all the high school and college girls who were similarly pretty. She loved to be fucked hard and used... even dominated... like a slut, but she was also the sweetest woman I knew. She was usually submissive when we were alone but not always, yet only someone who'd encountered her in a bedroom setting would have a clue about her sub side as her public persona oozed a confidence and charm that was super sexy but with no outward sign of the enthusiastic slut lurking within. She called me her boyfriend but allowed me to fuck my mother and was even assisting me with the seduction of a friend of hers and Mom's...Ellie Weatherton. She was perfection in mind, body and spirit, and she was mine. Not all mine, but primarily mine, which was plenty good enough for me, since she liked to share.

Breaking the kiss, she went to my ear and nibbled, her hot breath sending pulsing sensations directly to my hard cock. She whispered in a sultry voice, "So when are you going to fuck my ass, stud?"

I moaned at her nastiness and her hot breath. Taking charge like she loved me to do, I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her to her stocking-clad knees. I replied, "Right after you get me nice and ready."

She looked up, her eyes sparking, her smile divinely dazzling, but said nothing as she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. Pulling my cock out of my underwear, never breaking eye contact, she grabbed my fully stiff eight-inch member. "I think just the idea of pounding the literal shit out of me has your missile ready to launch."

I ignored the nasty pun as her hand on my cock and her nasty mouth indeed had me ready and willing and I was thankful I'd already shot two loads today (one in Mom this morning and another in Miranda a couple of hours ago just before her newscast). Trying again for suave when I was completely overwhelmed by this perfect woman, I said, "Less talk, more action, my pet."

She meowed playfully at me before taking my cock in her mouth. Miranda was the most amazing cock sucker I'd ever experienced and she had a variety of styles, but two were her go-tos. The first I'd received earlier today, which I call the 'Fire in the Hole', in which she hungrily devours my cock and bobs up and down relentlessly, eagerly swallowing all of my cock until as soon as possible she makes me coat her throat with cum. The second I have named the 'Slow Burn' because she doesn't so much suck my cock as make love to it. She brings me to a plateau and won't allow my blood to boil enough to shoot my load, but she controls me with such infinite precision that I linger in a state of pleasurable suspension forever. It is the most intense tease in the world. She swirls around the cockhead, she sucks my balls, she deep throats me briefly, and she licks my cock like an ice cream cone. But it's not a static plateau, an ongoing sameness, for she also mixes speeds to keep me unbalanced in an everchanging, perpetual sexual limbo. She loves it when I assert myself and throw her around and skull fuck her and call her dirty names and lots of etceteras, but whenever she decides to assert herself she has all the power and we both know it.

This time I received the Slow Burn. She started by swirling her tongue around my cockhead and then clamping her mouth tight around my mushroom top and slowly pulling her head back. Each time a clear 'plop' sound echoed as her lips briefly backed off of my cock. This was new and brought intense pleasure to me...adding to the lengthy tease.

I moaned, "Holy shit Miranda, that feels amazing."

Stroking my cock with her left hand, she teased, "Wait until this big snake of yours is buried in my ass."

"I can't waiiiiit," I moaned as she switched gears, deep throated my cock and furiously bobbed back and forth for thirty seconds or so.

After the quick build up, she took my cock back out of her mouth and continued the filthy talk, talking in third person. "Did you ever stroke yourself all those years thinking of pounding Miranda Collington's ass? Making her your personal ass-slut? Burying your love stick between her perfect seat cushions?"

"Fuck yes," I groaned, completely at the mercy of this sex goddess.

Downshifting again, she slid her tongue down the side of my cock slowly, like a snake slithering its way toward its next meal. Reaching my balls, she took each one in her mouth and pleasured them individually...all part of the Slow Burn. Her hands caressed my ass as she moved her tongue back up my eager member and returned to teasing my mushroom top.

After a couple more minutes of teasing, I was revved up and raring to go. I picked her up and carried her to the couch, gently tossed her onto it and buried myself between her legs, licking her sweet pussy.

She giggled with a moan, "Oh you bad boy, eat my cunt!"

Like her, I could tease too. I avoided her overly sensitive clit, which usually triggered quicker orgasms, and slowly licked her damp pussy lips.

"Stop teasing me, baby," she moaned, "the sooner I come, the sooner you get my ass."

I gave one flick of her clit before backing completely away and she jolted with pleasure before letting out a frustrated scream. I looked up and countermanded, "You don't think you'll get to come before I get your ass, do you?"

Her face gave a startled look, but she answered like the submissive she was deep down, her pouty lips weakening me, "Only if my baby lets me. Can I come, baby?" When we were playing that game she was submissive but never intimidated, and she knew how to subvert my arrogant intentions whenever she wished.

"Oh, that darn pout of yours," I sighed, dramatizing the weight of the world on my shoulders, "I can never say no to you." I returned to her pussy and shifted from teasing to focused pleasing. See what I mean? I was her Master, but not that kind of Master.

"That's it baby, lick my cunt," Miranda moaned.

I slid two fingers in her sopping wet cunt and began pumping them in and out as I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth.

"Oh god, yes, baby, don't stop, sugar, yes, fuck, yeeeeeees," Miranda screamed, wrapping her stocking-clad legs around me to pull me deeper into her as her orgasm hit.

Her juices gushed out of her like Niagara Falls, foam, mist and all, and I eagerly caught every drop of her perfection. She was still in orgasm mode when I slid up and kissed her so she could taste herself as I slipped my raging hard-on inside her cunt, which was still twitching.

She moaned into my mouth as I penetrated her and fucked her hard while she continued to orgasm.

Breaking the kiss she moaned, "You fucker, I wasn't even, I wasn't even, I wasn't..."

She was so distracted by the pleasure I was giving her she couldn't think straight. I smiled and said with a sideways smirk, "I know, baby."

"Just f-f-fuck me, you bastard!" she demanded.

I obliged, pounding her pussy hard, her perfect tits making waves, each forward thrust and her face making the sexiest expressions of pleasure. A few minutes later, her red cheeks and increasing moans telegraphing a second orgasm was on the rise, I pulled out.

She opened her eyes and pleaded, "Put it back in baby, I'm so close."

"Bend over the couch, Miranda," I ordered, holding my cock like a rapier.

"So you're going to leave me on the brink like that?" she complained, although her smile told me she was ready for whatever I had in mind.

"You can come after I do," I said selfishly.

She stood up and walked to the other side of the couch and bent over as instructed, her body so perfect. I stared for a bit, lost in the trance of my obsession with her beauty. "Why don't you take a picture, it lasts longer," she teased, using the age-old line.

I called her bluff, walked over to my jeans and pulled out my phone. "I think I'll do just that. Smile pretty!"

"You fucker," she teased, but posed, her expression one of utter seduction.

I took a few quick snaps before she cut me off with, "Fuck! That's enough photos! Come and get your prize, baby."

I tossed my phone on the couch and went to stand behind her. Again I was mesmerized by her beauty and the crazy reality that Miranda Collington, local weather girl celebrity, was mine. I surprised her by lowering myself and spreading her ass cheeks. I had read somewhere that getting ass-licked drove women crazy and I was about to test that hypothesis. I extended my tongue, slightly nervously, unsure what I was doing or how it would taste, and I licked her puckered rosebud.

"Oh, you dirrrrrrrrrrrrty boy," she playfully teased, "did you do that to your mother too?"

"No, baby, this is all for you," I answered, licking tangy sweat from the crack of her ass.

"Fuck, I love what you do to my body, baby," Miranda moaned.

I continued licking her rosebud, my saliva seeming to relax and loosen up Miranda's back door. A couple minutes of concentrated ass licking and Miranda demanded, her tone far more aggressive than usual, "Fuck my ass now, Curtis!"

Realizing one should never say no to such a direct demand, I stood back up and positioned my cock at her anal entrance. Smiling, I decided to delay the inevitable a bit longer and made her beg. "Beg baby, beg me to fuck your ass."

"You love treating me like a slut, don't you?" Miranda teased, wiggling her ass.

"Well, you are my slut," I countered.

"That I am," the sexy MILF smiled with a seductive wink, before adding, "Now fuck your slut's ass, baby."

Who could resist such an offer? I thought to myself, as I rubbed my cockhead up and down between her ass cheeks.

"Damn it, just shove it in," Miranda pleaded, "Stop fucking around teasing me!"

Finally unable to resist the temptation any longer, I leaned forward and my cock slowly disappeared between her snowy white cheeks. Mom's ass was tight, but that was nothing to the overwhelming grip Miranda's ass had on my cock as I slowly pushed deeper inside her rectum.

She whimpered in pain, not pleasure. "It's been a long time since I had a big cock back there. I forgot about the initial burn."

"I'll go slow," I replied compassionately.

"Kkkkk," she again whimpered, no longer the foul-mouthed slut she'd been just seconds ago.

I continued going deeper at a snail's pace, tentatively, as I could tell Miranda was uncomfortable and in pain. I offered when I was halfway in, "Midway point, but I can pull out, baby. We don't have to do this."

Speaking through clenched teeth she answered, "No, baby, just keep going slow. Anything your Mom can do, I can do too."

I realized at this moment how much Miranda cared for me. She understood the importance of my relationship with my Mother and wasn't going to stand in the way, yet she wanted me to choose her over my Mom, if not now, then eventually. I gently rubbed her backside, "Miranda, I don't compare you two."

"I know, baby," she answered, "I just want to be a perfect girlfriend for you. I've done this before, it's just been awhile."

I added, "Well, you have the tightest hole I've ever experienced."

"I bet you say that to all the girls you ass fuck," Miranda quipped, her sense of humor not lost during her brief pain.

I continued the slow invasion as I confirmed, "Just you and Mom, sexy."

"And Ellie soon," she teased.

"That would be awesome," I smiled, adding, "but you'll always be my main girl."

"Aaah," she faked, "you know just the right words to saaaay!" Almost completely in, the discomfort came back. She apologized, "Sorry baby, the last one back there was Mark and his dick is the length of a baby carrot and the width of a straw."

I laughed, which made my cock shift inside her and as she was whimpering I finished filling her. "It's all inside you, baby."

"Kkkkk," she said, controlling her breathing. "Now just let me get used to your cock,"

"Sure thing, sexy," I replied, always trying to reassure her with compliments, regardless of what we were doing.

I continued to gently caress her back, admiring every inch of her.

After a couple minutes of calm, Miranda was ready to move things further along. "Now fuck me, baby, but start slow."

"Ok," I nodded, not that she could see me, being bent over the couch as she was. I slowly pulled back out before moving back in.

As my strokes continued she seemed to be getting accustomed to me and her earlier whimpers were shifting to moans. A couple minutes of slow strokes and Miranda moaned, "Go faster now, baby."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yes, baby, I want you to fuck my ass now," she replied, her left hand going to her pussy.

"Ok, baby," I agreed and started to pick up the pace, although still cautiously.

"That's it," Miranda moaned, "now more: fuck me like you fucked your Mom."

"Your ass is so tight," I grunted, feeling sexual euphoria like I'd never felt before.

"And your cock fits me so perfectly," she moaned back, before switching to an eager growl, "Now fuck my ass, hard."

"Ok," I agreed, and began pumping in and out of her tight ass.

If I thought I'd seen an animated Miranda in the past but I clearly hadn't seen anything! As her fingers continued to rub her clit she demanded, "Harder, fuck, pound my shithole, stud!" and "Drill my ass, baby, fucking use me as your personal fuck-slave!" Sweat began to pour down my body as I tried desperately to keep up with her demands and thrilled at terms like 'fuck-slave'. Moments later she screamed loud enough for all those still in the studio to know exactly what we were doing when I slammed into her with all my might. "Oh fucking god, ravage my ass, baby, yessssssss!"

"Come for me, my slut!" I ordered, sensing she was desperately close to euphoria.

Her breathing erratic, she babbled, "You own me, baby. Make me your ass-slut! Use me as you please, baby! Tell me I'm your whore!"

"You're so fucking hot, baby," I replied.

"No, Master, I want to hear it. Tell me what I am!" she grunted, unable to cross the threshold to euphoria without the declaration.

"I own you, Miranda Collington," I thundered, using her name. "I own that cock sucking mouth of yours, that sweet cunt of yours and this incredibly tight ass of yours. You are my personal fuck toy to use at my leisure, is that clear?"

"Oh God, yes, baby, I'm yours," she declared, her orgasm on the brink of explosion.

"Then COME for me my sexy ass-slut, COME from having your ass fucked!" I ordered, getting turned on even more by the nasty talk.

"Oh yes, Master, yes, yes, hammer my ass, oh yes, harder, fuck, pound it, pound it, pounnnnnnnnnnd it!" she screamed as her second orgasm shook her very being!

I continued hard deep thrusts into her ass, which became even tighter with each tremble that quaked through her body as her orgasm flowed through her. My mind was stuck on the word 'Master' as my balls began to boil.

I kept pounding her ass, my body slamming into hers hard enough to hear the sweet smacks of two bodies colliding. Finally, knowing I was seconds away from shooting my load, I took control by pulling out and shoving my cock (that had been in her ass for over twenty minutes) into her mouth.

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Like the submissive slut she was, always willing to please, she bobbed her head back and forth on it while still rubbing her clit.

A naughty thought popping in my head, I waited till the very last second to pull out and spray cum all over my beautiful MILF girlfriend. I came buckets, hitting her chin, lips, nose, forehead and hair. Like the eager cum-slut she was, she opened her mouth wide, trying to catch my tasty seed.

I ordered, "No, my little cum-slut, I want to see your face dripping with your Master's cum."

"Yes, Master, whatever you wish," she obediently replied, sitting on her knees, looking radiant and slutty at the same time.

"Sit still," I ordered, as I reached over the couch and grabbed my phone. "Pose pretty for the camera."

Her trust in me was stunning as she obeyed, smiling with a joy that no one could fake. I took picture after picture as she posed. She then surprised me again with her willingness to please: "Why don't you switch to video, Master?"

I did and videotaped the girl who had long inspired years of my cum-stained underwear fantasies as she posed for the video and after a few seconds began cleaning her face with her fingers and sexily placing my sticky cum between her lips. "Hmmmmm, your cum tastes so delicious Master, especially after your cock was in my ass for so long." She swirled her tongue around her finger, savoring my goo. Again speaking to me, "So Curtis, may I come again?"

"Yes you may, Miranda Collington," I replied, using her name on camera.

Staring at the camera, she agreed, "Thank you, Master Curtis. I am Miranda Collington, and I would say it is definitely hot in here." She frantically rubbed her hot box before looking away from the camera with a devious smile. She got up, grabbed an empty wine bottle from our drunken bender last night and returned to her submissive position on the floor. Placing the bottle standing up, she asked me, her sexy smile so deviously naughty that my cock began to stiffen again (truth be told it had never really shrunk) and asked me, "May I fuck myself with this bottle, Master Curtis?"

"Fuck, yes," I grunted, in awe of what she was about to do...on camera...for me.

The awe continued as she stood up, bent her knees in a way very few limber eighteen-year-olds could do and slowly lowered herself onto the wine bottle. I let out a gasp as the top of the bottle began to disappear inside my girlfriend's cunt.

"Hmmmmm, yes," she moaned, never looking away from the camera. "Does baby like?"

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, captivated by her naughtiness.

The whole neck had vanished inside her, but she continued to lower herself onto the widened part of the bottle.

"Shit," she whimpered, as her cunt was spread open, "Is my baby turned on yet?"

"Rock hard, baby," I grunted, my left hand stroking my cock as I filmed with my right.

"Good," she moaned as impossibly, she began moving up and down on the bottle.

I taped the erotic scene that would make me a millionaire if I were to sell it to any porn company, something I would never do of course, wondering when I should join in.

She continued to ride the wine bottle, her left hand holding it in place as she picked up the pace. "Oh shit, baby, I want to come for you. I want this to be your special video for when we aren't together."

I began pumping my cock as Miranda's declaration turned me on and her moans increased. For the next couple of minutes we both fucked ourselves, she with the bottle and I with my hand. Miranda got animated again, showing her orgasm was imminent. "Are you going to come for me again, Master?"

"Yes," I grunted, getting close myself.

"On my tits?" she questioned.

"Or on my face again?"

"Or do you want to shoot your delicious cum between my cock sucking lips?" she teased.

"Wherever you want it," I answered, my balls beginning to boil again.

"Will you cum in my cunt while I'm coming around your cock, baby?" she asked.

"Fuck, yes," I agreed; I would agree to anything for this woman.

She repositioned herself on her back on the floor and pumped the wine bottle in and out of her cunt with her left hand while frantically rubbing her clit with her right, all the while looking up at me. "I'm so close baby, tell me when to come, Master. I need you to own me Curtis, tell me you own me, please," she begged.

Obviously wanting to make this video even hotter for me, she repeated her earlier pleading. I was forever thankful to get these words on camera and responded with authority. "Yes, my slut. I own those lovely cock sucking lips of yours, I own your tight ass, I own your perky breasts and I own that cunt of yours. I own all three of your fuck holes. You are mine. Is that understood, my slut, my whore, my personal cock sucker, my submissive pet?"

"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck Master, I've been dying to hear those words from you," she declared, shoving an inconceivable amount of the wine bottle inside her cunt.

"Come now, my slut," I demanded, wanting to watch her come.

In seconds the crescendo of bliss quaked through her and she screamed, "I'm coming, Masteeeer, fuuuuuck!"

I watched and filmed for a few more seconds before I put the phone down, joined her on the floor, pulled out her crazy fuck toy and replaced it with my cock. I pounded her as hard as I could and as fast as possible while her orgasm shuddered through her.

"Oh yes baaaaaby, come in me, please fill me up," she begged and moaned, still coming, as she wrapped her stocking-clad legs around me and pulled me deeper inside her as we melded into one.

Her nasty words, her hot actions, her stocking legs wrapped around me were too much and I exploded my fourth load of the day, my third into or onto her as I leaned in and kissed her with the hunger of a man in love. She returned the kiss with an equal passion as I pumped stream after stream of my cum inside her cunt.

Exhausted, I lay on top of her as we both finished our earth-shaking orgasms, our lips never breaking contact with each other.

I don't know how long we lay on the floor, my cock slowly shrinking, still inside her, our tongues exploring every crevice of each other's mouths before I felt a cramp. I broke the kiss and jumped up to stretch my leg.

Miranda laughed. "Considering how long your two-hundred-pound frame was laying on me, shouldn't I be the one stretching my legs?"

I reached down and pulled her up. "Stretch away," I smiled.

"That was the most intense sexual experience of my life," Miranda said as she looked me in the eyes, her dazed and completely satisfied expression making it clear she wasn't just saying that.

"I bet you say that to all the guys you fuck whose Mom is your Mistress," I joked, playing on her earlier words.

"Just you, baby," she replied, kissing me. When she broke the kiss, her tone turned abruptly to soft and sweet with just a hint of insecurity as she told me, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Curtis."

My legs went weak and my heartbeat picked up at hearing words I'd never expected to hear from the girl of my dreams. I didn't hesitate as I replied, "I love you too, Miranda."

"You don't have to say it just because I did," she said, again unable to hide the insecurity in her voice.

I took her hands in mine and told her sincerely, "Miranda, I'm not saying that just because you said it to me, although I'm thrilled that you did! I've loved you since I was a child, but now that I know you I love you in the real sense, not as just some abstract lustful vision like all teenage guys do." I kissed her softly before continuing.

"I love your smile." I kissed her lips.

"I love your compassion." I kissed her cheek while looking into her eyes, which were watering slightly as she listened to my declaration.

"I love your eyes." I kissed her other cheek.

"Of course I also love your body, your legs in stockings and your relentless sexual appetite," I said, kissing her neck.

I leaned back, holding her hands in mine and looking directly into her eyes, which were sparkling with unshed tears, as I declared my devotion and finished with, "But most of all, my Miranda, my darling, I love you for who you are. A beautiful woman with a heart of gold who deserves to be treated like the princess she is."

Tears streamed down her face as she smiled, but she made a quick joke out if it. "A slutty princess."

"Well, yes, a very, very slutty princess," I agreed, "but a princess nonetheless. I love you, Miranda."

"I love you, too Curtis," she replied earnestly as we pulled each other into a warm embrace.

Finally, both of us completely drained from our two-hour sex session, we got dressed.

Miranda had deliberately left my cum all over her face as she grabbed my hand and intertwined her fingers in mine as we left her dressing room and headed out, everyone else in the studio long gone other than Phil the janitor, who gave both of us a knowing look.

"Your face looks radiant tonight, Ms. Collington, is that your new look?"

Miranda replied, playfully fingering another dollop of her 'new look' off her face and sucking it between her lips, "Just in front of my friends. Could you hear us tonight, Phil?"

"The whole state heard you tonight, Ms. Collington," he replied with a smile, "I had the outside door open."

We all three laughed as my lovely, slutty, unashamed girlfriend and I headed into the darkness and fresh air of a lovely cool evening.

"So do you still plan to fuck Ellie?" Miranda asked, as we walked to the car.

Unsure how to answer that after our recent declarations, I paused.

"Because I have a new rule," Miranda announced as she stopped and turned to face me eye to eye.

"And what is that?" I asked, dying to know.

"You're only allowed to fuck people that I get to fuck too," Miranda announced with a smile. "Of course the other way round doesn't apply if I fuck some guy, which I'll only do if you tell me to."

I laughed as I said, "I have to say that may be the best fucking rule I have ever heard!"

"I thought you'd like it," she said, squeezing my cock through my pants.

"Don't you dare," I protested.

"What?" she asked with a shrug and a look of innocence. "Are you really done for the night already?"

Sliding my hand under her skirt and directly to her commando cunt, I explained, "No, but I've got to save my last load for my Mother."

"Bastard," she said, hitting me playfully in the chest.

We kissed one more time and made final plans for the flight tomorrow before heading our separate ways.

As I drove home alone, my balls aching, I wondered if I could keep up with Miranda, and I wondered what our declarations of love would do to our steamy relationship.

...

Next morning I refused my usual morning romp with Mom, much to her dismay. I was still a little tired from last night's marathon session with Miranda, but I also wanted to be fresh for our planned initiation into the mile-high club where bunny-quick is an asset.

As I'd instructed, Mom wore a simple sundress, beige thigh high stockings and that was it. No inconvenient undergarments to get in the way during our initiation ceremony.

Dad, oblivious to the new, closer relationship between his wife and son, drove us to the airport. Dropping us off, he kissed his wife goodbye and joked to us both, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

I chuckled at the unintentional humor as I planned on doing exactly what he should be doing more of...pleasuring Mom.

Mom joked back, although it really wasn't a joke, "Oh Ted, you know the saying, 'What happens in Vegas...'"

I finished, "...Stays in Vegas."

All three of us laughed, my dad completely unaware of the sexual debauchery I was planning for his wife...my Mom.

Once he drove off, heading to a meeting of some sort, Mom shook her head, "He really is clueless. I love him, but seriously he is fuckin' clueless."

"Most guys are," I shrugged, explaining as my hand squeezed her ass, "We have very limited ranges of interest."

"No greater truth has ever been spoken," Mom agreed, as we headed into the airport while I demonstrated my own limited range of interest by pawing her perfect body.

Miranda was already waiting for us in her usual sexy attire, this time a leopard print skirt that barely covered her mocha-colored thigh high stockings and wouldn't cover them at all when she sat down, four-inch black heels, and a colorful blouse that screamed 'look at me'...as did the skirt and heels and her long, fabulous legs of course. Ellie was the only one of the three women dressed practically, in jeans, tight jeans that showcased an amazing ass, and a red t-shirt that seemed a size too small and showcased her large breasts perfectly. Her flaming red hair and exotic green eyes made Ellie looked amazing no matter how conservatively she dressed. I flashed back to her dressing so much sexier at the Halloween party not so long ago, especially the rear view when she'd worn a thong beneath her transparent harem girl trousers, making my cock hard.

Ellie's look was priceless as she saw Mom and me walking towards them. Ellie asked, "Alexis, you're coming too?"

"Indeed we will be coming too," Mom smiled back, the naughty innuendo obvious to all but Ellie, as she reached Ellie and gave her a big hug. "I haven't seen you since the Halloween party. I've been thinking of you ever since. Have you been thinking of me?" Knowing I had her back, she was being more relaxed and flirtatious around Ellie than she'd been in years!

"Yes, I..." Ellie began but stopped mid-sentence as she watched me kissing Miranda hello. Miranda returned the kiss, although we kept it PG...well, PG13 anyway.

Mom acted unconcerned at the kiss and explained, "I know it's bizarre, but it appears my son and Miranda have become a couple."

"How?" Ellie asked, stunned to see forty-two-year-old Miranda Collington, local celebrity, dating a teenager.

"I'm irresistible," I smiled, attempting to be suave.

"Completely," Miranda complimented me, giving my ass a squeeze.

As Ellie was processing this new information Miranda said, "We should probably go and get checked in."

We agreed and Miranda's hand slipped into mine as we headed to the ticket line. While in the short line Miranda was recognized and posed for pictures, with two college students drooling over her like I used to, and with a young girl, maybe seven.

Once the photo-op was done I asked her, "Do you ever get sick of that?"

"God no, maybe it's because I'm so vain, but I'd much rather be wanted than not," she answered, again showing her need to be wanted, often hidden behind her aggressive sexuality and free-wheeling casual attitude.

"I think it would be exhausting," I said.

"Oh honey, just you wait," she smiled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You're dating a semi-celebrity; soon they'll be taking pictures of you too," she answered.

"Really?" I asked, dumbfounded by such a reality.

As if responding to my uncertainty, a man called out, "Miranda, who's the new guy?"

I turned to look and felt the flash of a camera hit me in the eyes. A chubby man took some more pictures before Miranda spoke. "Walter, do you want a really good picture?"

"Sure, Miranda, whatcha got?" he asked, keeping the camera on us.

Miranda smiled and leaned in to kiss me for the camera. I heard click after click and felt flash after flash, but I didn't care, Miranda was announcing to the world that she and I were a couple.

Breaking the kiss she asked, "Did you get that?"

"I sure did. Who's the new guy?" the chubby reporter, who I recognized vaguely from the local paper, repeated the question.

"My new main squeeze," Miranda answered.

"Do you have a name?" he asked me.

"Yes, thank you," I answered as if responding to an offer of one instead of giving mine out. I didn't want paparazzi chasing me around my college campus.

"How old are you? What do you do for a living? How did you and Miranda meet?" The reporter fired off questions in machine gun fashion.

Miranda interrupted, seeing my cautious look, "Sorry Walter, but we need to get going, we don't want to miss our flight."

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To Mark Appleton's wedding, of course," she said, giving him her dazzling smile.

Grabbing my hand, she led me to the check-in desk. The agent asked for picture ID's even as more photos of us were snapped by various paparazzi and fans.

Soon our luggage was checked and we had our boarding passes and claim checks in hand, and Miranda posed with me one more time for Walter the reporter, never once letting go of my hand, before we slipped into security.

While we waited our turn in line, I said, "Wow."

She shrugged, "You get used to it."

"Being tabloid fodder?" I asked.

"It comes with the territory," she answered, before adding, "This is nowhere near as intense as it was when I was younger or during the brief time I was dating Carter Wells."

I shuddered at the name. Carter was a professional football player whose biceps were bigger around than my whole body.

I pretended to act carefree. "I'd forgotten all about him."

"I have too, lover," she smiled, saying exactly the right words before leaning in for another kiss.

We passed through security with ease and I watched in awe as people fell all over themselves to converse with and get pictures of themselves with Miranda. Again, I had to pinch myself to make sure this wasn't all just a dream...that Miranda Collington was mine.

By the time Miranda had finished chatting with a smitten security guard, Mom and Ellie were joining us. Obviously they'd had some alone time to chat and I wondered what they'd talked about. Mustn't have been too heavy since Mom still looked stress-free.

"Enjoying celebrity life, honey?" Mom asked.

"It's weird," I answered, still feeling kind of surreal at the questions I'd been asked that I never did answer.

Ellie asked, her expression one of trying to put two and two together, "So how did you and Miranda meet?"

I wasn't ready for the question but Mom saved me. "He was home recently when Miranda came over for coffee."

"And?" Ellie questioned, trying to figure out how Miranda had ended up with someone half her age.

"And Miranda being Miranda..." Mom began to explain, when Miranda joined us and joined in.

"Miranda being Miranda, I couldn't resist such sexy young meat," she finished, her smile sexy, her tone delicious and her hand on my ass possessive before she took Ellie's arm and they began walking.

Ellie was silent, still trying to figure out why she'd been invited. So Mom hadn't yet spilled any beans. As they walked to our gate Ellie finally said, "So if I'm not your plus one, Miranda, then..."

"...Then you are Alexis' plus one," Miranda finished Ellie's thought for her. "Alexis didn't trust her son unchaperoned in the city of sin and she knows what a bad influence I am."

"That I could understand..." Ellie shot back, her tone saying she didn't like being played.

Miranda shrugged, "Hey, I invited you here."

"Under false pretenses," Ellie countered.

Miranda asked, "You get a free trip to Las Vegas and you're complaining?"

"Well..." Ellie began, realizing she sounded like an unappreciative bitch.

"Plus..." Miranda, moving directly in front of Ellie to halt them both, her devious smile hinting at the trouble she planned to start, whispered in her ear what I would later learn was, "I hear you and Alexis used to...you know."

Ellie's jaw dropped at the revelation that Miranda knew about the Domme-sub relationship Ellie had with Alexis back in college. But quick to recover, she glared at her old submissive and said, "But she married Ted...Ted, can you believe it?"

"Hey, he's my Dad," I protested, faking offense.

"We aren't here to squabble about the past, but to create a new present," Miranda replied, her tone hinting at anything and everything, of the past and the present colliding into an amazing new future.

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"I second that," Mom agreed, looking at Ellie fixedly the whole time.

I wondered if just by putting the two of them together I had set the spark that would rekindle their intense and adventurous past. "I third it," I added, "too bad we don't have any booze to toast this new beginning."

"Well, that can be rectified rather easily," Miranda smiled. "Follow me."

We all followed her down a side hallway leading to a door with no sign of what was behind it where a big security guard stood. Miranda said simply, "They're with me, Hank."

"Of course, Ms. Collington, it's great to see you again," the formidable guard replied, his stern demeanor of moments ago gone in a flash.

He carded open the door and we entered a well-appointed room that was apparently where the rich and famous waited for their flights. "Welcome to Shangri-La," Miranda announced, extravagantly waving her hands in the air like a Price is Right model.

Strange but true, her pose had my cock erect in a heartbeat. Calm down, boy, I said to myself, desperate to hold out until we were in the air. As I scanned the room where a few well-dressed men and women stood or sat drinking while waitresses attended them dressed in maid outfits, black pantyhose, frilly white caps and all, I said in disbelief, "I didn't even know such a place existed."

"You aren't, or rather weren't supposed to," Miranda winked and flicked me in the nose.

"Ow!" I said reflexively, although it didn't hurt.

"You are such a wuss! You're my wuss but still," she teased, before adding, loud enough for Mom and Ellie to hear, "Thank God for your big dick."

I quipped, "I thank God every day for that, too."

"You bad boy," she purred, before adding seductively, "you know we have almost an hour to kill."

"For God sakes get a room," Ellie said, annoyed by our playful banter.

"That's what I was trying to imply," Miranda countered.

"Mom's right here," I pointed out.

Miranda, blunt as she always is and putting on a show for the still clueless Ellie, asked, "So she is! Alexis is it ok if I devour your son?"

Mom shook her head. "Can't you wait till we get to the hotel?"

Ellie asked, her tone indicating her own opportunism was already underway, "What are the hotel rooming accommodations, anyway?"

Miranda said, still dripping sex appeal so it was going to be hard, pardon the pun, for me to hold out much longer, "I was hoping you and Alexis might share a room and talk about old times, if you're ok with that?"

It was Ellie's turn to spread a devious smile across her pretty face. "Oh, I think we'll be able to manage to umm... reminisce about the past. I don't think we've shared a room since our college days. Have we, Alexis?"

Mom's face went beet-red. Clearly she wasn't a good poker player as she stammered, "I-I-I guess not, now that you mention it."

"Then it's settled," Miranda concluded. "Now who wants drinks?"

A couple minutes later we all had drinks and Miranda, still the center of attention, everyone's center of attention as even the others in the room were constantly glancing over at the three very attractive women, toasted, "To new beginnings."

Ellie, her tone broadcasting to the other three of us that her head was spinning with the possibility of making Mom her submissive again, "Here, here! To starting over!"

Mom obviously noticed Ellie's tone and was nervous about it, but keeping to her earlier commitment to me, confirmed the toast, setting herself up as a helpless gazelle for the hungry cheetah Ellie, "To new beginnings."

"And a hot girlfriend," I added, playing the obnoxious guy card.

We all drank to our New Year's Eve type toast, each of us with a different idea of what new beginnings meant.

A couple of cocktails later, we were all chatting about life, politics and when music had stopped being either good or original. We all agreed it was the end of the eighties, when our flight was announced as boarding. Miranda called for one more round of shots which we quickly downed, and in a bit of an alcoholic fog, headed for our flight.

Once on the plane, I noticed Miranda darting forward to speak with a very cute flight attendant, before either Mom or Ellie could see. I was curious about the brief exchange and would later learn so much more. I was sitting with Mom, who had the window seat in the front row of first class, while Ellie had the other window seat, meaning Miranda and I could still chat across the aisle. The stewardess for first class, the one Miranda had briefly spoken to, was exactly that, a Katy Perry lookalike in traditional sexy stewardess wear and delicious tan pantyhose.

Before the flight even started, Miranda had started the sexual innuendos rolling by asking our flight attendant, whose name tag read Dana, "So I have to ask you something."

"Yes, ma'am?" the English-accented Katy Perry lookalike asked.

"Have you kissed a girl?" Miranda asked with a smile.

As her face went cherry red I explained, "She's making a joke because you look like Katy Perry."

Miranda, always being able to read people, asked a follow up, "You liked it, didn't you?"

"M-m-ma'am," she stammered, trying to be professional, "please fasten your seatbelt, we are preparing for takeoff."

As Dana walked away, Miranda added, "Oh yes... we most certainly are." Turning to Ellie, Miranda asked, "Think I can get her to eat me before we land?"

Ellie answered, "I doubt it. She was mortified by your question."

"No, she was mortified I could tell she was a cunt-licker," a tipsy Miranda observed.

"I don't think so," Ellie said.

"Wanna bet?" Miranda challenged, confident she was right.

"Sure," Ellie agreed, confident there was no way the stewardess would risk her job. "What's the bet?"

Miranda pondered this for a second as the plane began to inch backwards away from the gate. "If I win, you dress however I tell you all weekend."

"Agreed; and when I win?" Ellie questioned, confidence oozing out of her.

"Name it," Miranda replied.

"You will eat my pussy when we get back to the hotel," Ellie said, attempting to shock, calling Miranda's bluff.

"You dirty dyke," Miranda playfully accused the busty redhead, not remotely surprised by the deal, "you've wanted me between your legs forever, haven't you?"

"Maybe," Ellie said, her turn to use a tone dripping with innuendo. "So are we on?"

"On one condition," Miranda bargained with a devilish smile.

"What's that?" a skeptical Ellie asked.

"My baby gets to watch," Miranda said, turning to wink at me.

"No way," Ellie said, taken aback.

"Deal or no deal," Miranda insisted, not backing down, adding, "Alexis says I'm amazing."

"What?" Ellie sputtered, shocked.

"Oh I've been munching on Alexis' sweet cunt forever, haven't I?" Miranda revealed, continuing the full onslaught on Ellie.

I turned to Mom, whose flushed cheeks swept away any notion that Miranda was lying, but she avoided her embarrassment with bluntness, "Yes, it's true, Ellie. Miranda's sweet tongue is fucking amazing."

The plane began its acceleration as silence overtook the front row of first class. Miranda reached across the aisle and grabbed my hand and closed her eyes. Clearly even after her many flights, she still hated the initial climb. Mom grabbed my other hand and also squeezed it for dear life, equally stressed by the plane's ascent. The silence was deafening for me even through the roar of the engines as the plane continued to rise and I eagerly awaited the next development in this sexually charged drama.

Not a word was spoken until the pilot announced we were at cruising altitude. Dana returned, her face showing her nervousness after the earlier awkward moment, and asked, "May I get everyone something to drink?"

"A double whiskey," Ellie demanded.

"I'll have the same," Miranda said.

"A Bud Light," I requested.

"A white rum on the rocks," Mom ordered.

"Just a single?" Dana asked.

"No, make hers a double too," Ellie ordered.

"Ma'am?" Dana asked, wanting confirmation from the person ordering the drink.

"Sure, a double," Mom agreed, not looking at Ellie.

"I'll be right back," the pretty brunette (with purple streaks) said before disappearing up front again.

"Hurry back, sexy," Miranda purred, "I'm hungry."

"Oh, subtle," Ellie quipped.

"Subtlety is not my style." Miranda smiled. "So do we have a deal?"

"Fine," Ellie agreed, "We have a deal."

"I'm going to dress you like a complete slut tonight," Miranda promised.

"I don't know when," Ellie countered, "you'll be too busy dining between my legs."

"Game on," Miranda smiled, before leaning closer to Ellie and confiding, "even if I lose, I'll still eat that sweet cunt of yours."

Ellie was speechless, shocked by pretty much every incident of this crazy day.

Dana returned with our drinks. When she handed Miranda her drink, Miranda flirted, "You know you're very pretty, Dana."

"T-t-thanks," Dana blushed, as she broke eye contact and handed me my beer.

"You're welcome," Miranda said.

I looked behind me, curious who might be behind us listening to our licentious conversations, and saw that the other two rows were empty. Miranda, seeing the perplexed look on my face explained, "I purchased all three rows."

"Wow," I mouthed, impressed every moment by my girl.

Miranda, keeping up the assault on our big-busted prey, asked, "So why is someone as sexy as you still single?"

"High standards," Ellie answered.

"Aaaah," I yelped as Mom spilled her drink all over me, as planned. Since Dana was out of sight, she just ostentatiously held it high over my crotch, grinned at me and the other two, and dumped it out while we all watched. It was no accident, but it was an iced drink, so my yelp wasn't faked. Miranda stifled a giggle and Ellie stared.

Dana, who had just left, hurried back. "Are you all right, sir?"

"Yes," I answered, "I just need your washroom."

"There's one right over there for our first class passengers, sir," Dana pointed to a door forward and to the left.

"Thanks," I said, starting for the bathroom. Once inside I waited a moment before peeking out the door and calling out, "Mom, could you come and help for a moment?"

Mom smiled to Ellie. "A mother's work is never done."

Ellie watched, confused at why I would need help, I wasn't eight any more, but didn't say anything as Mom stood up and joined me in the bathroom.

As soon as the door was closed, (the first class bathroom by the way had way more room than the tiny boxes at the back of the plane) Mom fell to her knees and pulled out my cock.

"Fuck! I've been craving this all day, baby," Mom shared before devouring my cock. She bobbed back and forth like a total hungry slut and it took all my will power not to spray her throat in the first few seconds.

I grunted, "Stand up and bend over, Mom, I want to officially join the mile-high club in your cunt."

"Oh you dirty boy," she purred, standing up, lifting her dress and bending over. "I like a forceful man who knows what he wants."

"This forceful man wants to fuck his dear sweet Mother," I replied, wasting no time in foreplay as I just slammed my cock into Mom's sweet cunt.

"Oh yes baby, fuck Mommy," she moaned as my cock slipped inside her.

I pumped in and out of Mom's cunt as I held onto her hips.

"Harder, son, harder," she moaned, loving nothing more than a hardcore fucking from her own flesh and blood.

Unfortunately for her there was no way I was going to last long enough to get her off, having not yet come today. Usually I would get her off first, but the circumstances of the quickie and the plan didn't allow for it this time. A couple minutes more of fast-paced Mother fucking and I could feel my balls boiling. I pulled out and ordered, "On your knees, Mommy."

Without hesitation my submissive mother turned around, fell to her knees and returned hungrily to deep throating my cock. Less than a minute of Mom's perfect cock sucking lips and I was about to come. I pulled out and as planned, coated her face with my cum. After the sexy facial I'd given Miranda yesterday and now coating Mom's beauty today, I realized I now had a new kink to add to my nylon fetish. I really got off on getting off all over a gorgeous face, so I came extra hard! Being my first load of the day, I shot four solid streams of cum onto Mom hitting her chin, lips, cheeks, nose, forehead and hair.

Mom surprised me by taking my cock back in her mouth.

I had to protest, albeit reluctantly, "Not now Mom. We have to stick to the plan."

"Fine," she huffed, clearly not fine, as she allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth.

As I pulled my pants up, I promised, "Don't worry Mom, you're going to get fucked yet, and properly."

"Promises, promises," she teased from her knees, "your Dad used to make such promises too."

I grabbed my cell and said, "Smile for the camera, mommy-slut."

"How dare you call your Mother a slut?" she replied all playful, before smiling for the camera.

"You'll always be my Mommy-slut," I answered, pulling her up from her submissive position and giving her a careful kiss on the lips but only on the lips, not wanting to smear my recently-painted canvas.

"Promise?" she asked, with just the slightest hint of insecurity.

"Yes, I promise, Mom," I replied. I was dying to see the look on Ellie's face when she realized what had just occurred. "Showtime Mom, are you ready?"

"No," Mom admitted, "but I'll do it anyway."

"You really are the perfect mother," I complimented her.

"Yeah, I bet I win Mother of the Year," she snorted.

"Well, in my eyes you'll win that award every year," I added.

"Thanks, baby," Mom said, obviously nervous at what she was about to do in front of her Achilles heel Ellie.

"I'll leave first," I instructed. "I want to catch the look on her face."

Mom laughed nervously. "Oh, it should be priceless."

Timing is everything, so I instructed my Mom, "Count to ten before coming out."

"Ok," Mom nodded in the affirmative even as her expression screamed 'please don't make me do this!'

Reading her mind, I soothed her. "Don't worry Mom, this is what you need."

Mom's look shifted from nervous to a trusting question, "Do you think so, Curtis?"

"I know so," I countered, confident I was right, although still unsure what the long-term consequences of our elaborate plan might be. As the weekend progressed I'd need to keep my eyes open and make course adjustments when needed.

I opened the bathroom door and headed back to my seat.

Ellie looked up from the book she was reading while, on cue, Miranda stood up.

I surprised Ellie by sitting down beside her and giving her a grin. She returned a quizzical look just as my cum-faced Mom parted the curtain... sorry, opened the bathroom door and stepped onstage.

Miranda, I would later learn, caught Ellie's look on her phone and it would win the Oscar for best performance of a woman in shock if there ever were such an award. Ellie's mouth literally dropped open, her eyes couldn't leave Mom's face and I could see the gears in her brain spinning a million miles a second. She looked at me and saw my smug smile before returning her stare, her mouth still open, to my Mom.

Silence filled the forward cabin as Mom sat down, pretending obliviousness to the sticky son-goo all over her face. Silence continued to linger as Mom sat awkwardly, while Miranda stood forward of us near the entrance to the flight attendant station, panning back and forth from face to face to film the whole spectacular show. Ellie stared in utter disbelief and I revelled in the glory of it all.

Dana broke the silence when she walked in with a tray of snacks, oblivious to the tension, and asked, "Is anyone hungry?"

Miranda quipped, "Starving," handing me the tray, grabbing Dana's hand and silently leading her to the bathroom. I was as amazed as everyone else at Dana's sudden willingness and lack of embarrassment until later on Miranda revealed to me that she and Dana were long-time friends with 'mile-high' benefits and that when Miranda had first stepped on the plane she'd told the stewardess to play innocent and dumb, a role she'd carried off marvellously.

Ellie watched that in stunned silence too, clearly unable to piece all these absurd moments together. The bathroom door closed and Ellie, leaning forward to look past me, finally spoke. "Alexis, you have sex with your son?"

Mom's face went red but I spoke for her.

"Ellie, you are partially to blame for this," I informed her, my face not triumphant, not teasing, not apologetic, not accusatory, just straight.

"What?!?" she asked, flabbergasted by such an accusation.

"Were you or were you not trying to get my Mom into bed at the Halloween party?" I asked, again not accusatory but straight.

It was her turn to go red, but only a shade. "How do you know about that?"

I shrugged, not yet revealing any of my many secrets. "Yes or no?"

"Yes, but I don't see how that has anything to do with this," Ellie replied annoyed at dealing with me instead of Mom.

I smiled, "Well, you had my mother very revved up that night, you know."

She paused as if reminiscing about that night. "Yes, I thought I finally had her again."

"You almost did, but... " I started.

"But then Ted showed up," Ellie finished, not remotely trying to hide her bitterness.

"Did he?" I asked, my tone playful, leading the witness with a knowing grin.

"Yes, he..." Ellie began and then paused. It was only a few seconds but it happened in such sweet slow motion, it was adorable. "Oh my god, that was you?"

I shrugged. "In truth, I had no intention of doing what we ended up doing that night, I was just there to help out Mom when I learned Dad wasn't going to make it, and she seemed so crestfallen and pissed off when she left home, but thanks to your leave-nothing-to-the-imagination harem girl outfit, plus your full assault teasing and fingering, she was so horny she was ready to do anything...or anyone...including her own son. The first thing she said to me when I arrived, and it's been etched into my brain for the rest of my life, 'You are soooooo lucky you showed up when you did; Ellie has me so fucking horny!'"

Ellie looked at Mom, who had remained silently blushing throughout the whole reveal. "Alexis, is all this true?"

Mom nodded, although refusing to look our way.

"So long story short, even though she'd thought I was my Dad when she said that, she soon realized that my tool was an upgrade from the one she normally employed, so nevertheless devoured me in the washroom and again after the party and she hasn't been able to resist me ever since. Isn't that right, Mommy-slut?"

"Yes, baby," Mom answered, still refusing to look at us.

"I can't believe it," Ellie said, her stunned look Mastercard priceless.

"I also convinced her to tell me about your and my Mother's sordid past," I revealed.

Ellie suddenly, inexplicably, gaining a surprising confidence now that everything was out in the open affirmed, "Yes, your mother was a very good little lez slut, isn't that right, Alexis?"

Mom nodded again.

I could feel an attempted shift in power. Trying to keep on top of the situation and remain the one controlling it, I said, "Yes, thank you for training my slut. It has been very helpful."

Ellie countered, her smile now smug and manipulative, "So has yours."

I recalled Mom's warning and changed the subject, placing my hand to my ear. "I think you lost your bet."

Ellie glanced at the bathroom door and stood up. She walked over to the door and listened before seeing it was unlocked and opening it. I couldn't see from where I was sitting, but the moans were undeniably those of my girlfriend, as were the following words, "Care to join?"

Ellie's face again went red, more out of anger than embarrassment, as she slammed the door and cursed, "Fuck!"

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"Miranda isn't one to lose," I pointed out.

"Neither am I!" Ellie snapped back, pissed at losing the bet.

Playing my poker hand perfectly, I asked, "I assume you're already plotting to get Alexis back as your submissive slave?"

"Alexis?" she questioned, "Don't you mean your Mother?"

"One and the same," I smiled, tapping the empty seat beside me, "Come sit back down, Ellie."

"I think I'll stand," she glared, before turning to Mom. "Alexis, all these years you resisted me and now you submit to your son?"

As I had instructed, Mom remained silent.

"Answer me!" Ellie demanded, raising her voice.

I pointed out, "Remember please, that we are in a plane and others will hear us if we are too loud."

"Fuck you!" she snapped at me.

"Thanks for mentioning that; it is part of the plan, but unfortunately not aboard this airplane," I retorted, my confidence oozing. Amazing how much domming two hot MILFs can change a person in a short period of time.

"Keep dreaming!" Ellie countered, used to young boys drooling over her big tits, firm legs and ravishing good looks.

"And a sexy dream it is indeed, you hot slut," I assured her, ogling her hot body, lingering meaningfully on her large breasts, although without a hint of drool. "And fortunately most of my dreams have come true of late," I volleyed back.

"So I see." She smirked. "Well like that Meatloaf song, I guess two out of three ain't bad."

"Agreed, but three out of three is even better," I retorted.

"You are one confident fucker," she gave me, recognizing I was a stronger adversary than she'd originally suspected.

"I'll take that as a compliment," I retorted. "But I do have a deal to offer you."

"Reeeaaaaaly," she drawled dramatically.

"Now, my dear adversary-for-now, please come and sit down so we can chat," I offered, politely this time.

Before she could decide whether to comply, the bathroom door opened and Dana, her face with a sweet shine and her top buttoned up all wrong, came out and said, "Master Curtis, Mistress Miranda requests you to join her."

Standing up, I walked to Ellie and said, standing a bit closer than would be polite, "We will continue this later."

"Oh you bet we will," she agreed, still oozing confidence.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving Mom alone with the greatest challenge of her life, resisting her former Mistress. As I closed the door Miranda asked, "How did it go?"

"She's a stubborn one."

"That she is," Miranda agreed, falling to her knees. "Your Mom's face was impressive. Think you have enough for me too?"

"Always," I smiled, thankful that at my young age my recovery time was measured in minutes.

Pulling my stiff cock from my pants, she eagerly sucked me. After a couple minutes of slow burn, as I retold the conversation with Ellie, she took my cock out of her mouth and said, "Enough about Ellie for now. Let's focus on us."

"Agreed," I said, pulling her up off her knees.

"Sit down," she instructed.

I pulled my pants down to my knees and sat on the cold toilet seat. Miranda straddled me and I watched as she steadied my cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, just as she had done to the wine bottle last night. As soon as my cock was inside her she began bouncing up and down. "Fuck, I love your cock, baby," Miranda moaned.

"I love everything about you," I replied.

"I hope Alexis is surviving out there," she moaned.

"Me too," I moaned back, her cunt somehow tightening around my cock like a suction cup.

The next few minutes were pure bliss as Miranda rode my cock. As if reading my mind, sensing the beginning of my build up, she urged, "Baby, I want to feel you fill me with your seed."

"Your wish is my command," I grunted, closing my eyes.

"Come for me baby, fill me up," Miranda commanded.

Always one to make my women happy, I fulfilled her request as my second load in thirty minutes shot out of me.

"That's it, baby," she moaned, continuing to milk my cock.

"Fuuuuck," I grunted, her cuntal grip around my cock bringing sensation after sensation to me.

A minute later she climbed off me and falling back to her knees, took my cock back in her mouth.

Another minute later she climbed back up and kissed me. Breaking the kiss she smiled and said, "I love the taste of your cock with our cum mixed together."

"Fuck, are you hot," was all I could muster in return.

"You're not too bad yourself," she smiled, giving my cock a squeeze. "We should probably go and rescue your Mom."

"Good call," I agreed, again pulling my pants up.

"By the way, when you join the mile-high club you really join the mile-high club," she joked, before opening the door.

I followed her out and it was our turn to be surprised.

Our flight attendant was on her knees between Ellie's legs, licking away. Mom was watching, although still sitting where she'd been when I'd left, next to the opposite window.

Ellie explained rather matter-of-factly. "When Alexis wouldn't do as she was told, for which she will be punished later," she glared at Mom, "I decided to find another slut, an obedient slut, to get me off."

Miranda strolled over for a closer look. "Hmmmm," was all she said.

"Hmmmm, what?" Ellie wanted to know, pushing the Katy Perry lookalike Miranda's friend-with-benefits deeper inside her cunt.

"You're trimmed, not shaved bald," Miranda announced to all.

Not missing a beat Ellie responded, "That's because I have the sweetest smelling cunt there is, isn't that right Alexis?"

"Yes," Mom answered, a tremble in her voice, hunger permeating her tone.

"You miss my fragrant bush don't you, my pleasure pet?" Ellie purred, her tone endearing, yet knowing, yet teasing, yet impossibly confident.

"Yes," Mom again confirmed, this time in a whisper we could barely hear over the thrum of the jet engines. I was so proud of her: the term 'Mistress Ellie' must have been fighting tooth and nail to escape her lips, yet she held it back.

"Come and replace this slut, my pet," Ellie offered, all the while looking at me.

Mom was weak, fragile and on the brink of submitting, so I ordered, "Don't move, Mom. You're still my slut until I say otherwise, isn't that correct?"

"Yes, son," she agreed, her relief palpable.

Ellie threatened, still staring at me, neither of us breaking eye contact. "Each disobedience, my pet, will add an additional punishment. Do you really want to relive Cancun?"

Mom's face went pale and I was curious about what the hell had happened in Cancun.

Miranda intervened. "Look, this charade is getting us nowhere. Ellie, you want your slut back, correct?"

"Obviously," Ellie answered, beginning to move her hips up and down, grinding her pussy on Dana's face.

"And you Curtis, want to fuck your Mother's ex-Mistress, correct?"

"Since I was old enough to shoot my load," I confirmed.

"And Alexis, you want to be able to fuck your son as you please and also submit to Ellie, correct?"

Mom looked at me, then to Ellie, her mind clearly riddled with not only doubt but downright fear, something I had never seen on my Mom in my whole life. "Yes, I think so," she finally admitted.

"So there you have it," Miranda said.

"There we have what?" Ellie asked, close to orgasm, but unable to come simultaneously with having this bizarre conversation.

"Should we let you finish?" Miranda asked considerately, acknowledging the obvious.

Ellie didn't waste any time, just nodding an affirmation and closing her eyes as she moved her hand to her clit and began rubbing as she demanded, "Finger me, slut!"

Dana didn't hesitate, sliding two fingers inside the big-busted schoolteacher. Ellie's breathing increased and I watched, my cock again at full salute, as my third most common fantasy as a horny teen alone late at night came to life in front of me.

"Fuuuuck, harder, slut, yes, yes, god yeeeeees," Ellie moaned, surprisingly quiet as she came.

We all watched the show until its conclusion, before Ellie opened her eyes and asked, "Enjoy watching 'Aunt Ellie' come, Curtis?"

"Very much, although I look forward to the time when I'm the one making you make those faces," I replied.

"Keep dreaming, kid," she countered, finally letting go of Dana, who remained on her knees, trying to recover from her face being used so extremely.

Miranda again intervened. "So here is the deal. We have a task for you to complete before Alexis will be allowed to spend time alone with you and succumb to your spell."

"A task is it?" Ellie asked, raising an eyebrow. "Let me guess, fuck the kid?"

"Well, I'm sure that will eventually happen too, his cock is to die for and for a guy he sure licks like a dedicated lesbian, but no, that's not a requirement. We want you to seduce the bride-to-be."

"What? Who?" Ellie asked surprised at the sudden fresh topic.

"Well, as you know I hate my ex, but because I work with him we have to play nice in public, so he had to invite me to his wedding and I had to accept, otherwise it would look really bad for the station. Anyway, his fiancée Brittany and her girlfriends are going out on the town tomorrow night for her bachelorette party and we're going to crash it," Miranda explained.

"And?" Ellie asked, reaching for her jeans.

"Well, I want you in your seductress mode, wearing the outfit I'll choose for you after our little bet you just lost, to get her between your legs," Miranda explained.

Pulling her jeans up but leaving her panties on the floor, Ellie asked, "Why?"

"To humiliate Mark on his wedding day," Miranda shrugged.

Ellie, a devious bitch herself, smiled, "Delicious, and in return Alexis is mine again."

"Ours," I rebutted.

"Ours," Ellie agreed, but her tone implying 'for now.'

Miranda turned to Dana, who was still kneeling near Ellie's feet, "Could you please bring us a bottle of wine, sweetie?"

"Yes, Miranda," Dana agreed, standing up, her carefully-applied makeup a mess.

"Wait," Ellie interjected.

"Yes, ma'am?" Dana asked, turning to face Ellie.

"Please pick up my panties and give them to the kid," Ellie instructed.

"Yes, ma'am," Dana obeyed, bending down to grab the pink panties and handing them to me.

"A gift to remind you of what you can't ever have," Ellie said pretentiously, "you will find them permeated with my unsurpassable fragrance with which you can torture yourself," the chess game still on between us.

I put them confidently to my nose as Dana disappeared around the corner and allowed, "Hmmm, your scent is rather sweet. Enticing, even."

"You should smell it directly from the source," she replied, teasing.

"All in good time," I countered, moving my own pawn.

Suddenly Mom spoke up, startling all of us with a sudden surge of determined pride after all that sheepish silence. "I know you all have plans for me but for the record, I'm not a doormat. I plan on making my own decisions."

"Of course, Mom," I said, feeling like her son again and not her Dom or lover.

Mom continued, "If I want to fuck my son, I will. If I want to submit to Ellie, I will. And if I want to have my pet Miranda eat me out, I will. Is that understood, all of you?"

We all nodded in agreement and Mom, taking charge asked, "Son, did you fuck Miranda's ass when you were in the can?"

"No, Mom," I answered.

Miranda added, sitting up a bit, showing a little stain on her chair. "But he did fill my cunt."

"Good," Mom said, glancing to a slightly surprised Ellie before turning back to a surprised me. "And as everyone here knows, I sucked you off before you came all over my face. So I think it's time for you to hit the trifecta of the mile-high club, don't you?"

Mom grabbed my hand and dragged me into the bathroom yet again as I agreed, "Whatever you say, Mom."

The door closed, Mom looked at me and confessed, looking so vulnerable and shaking slightly, "I stood up for myself, but it was nearly impossible. Look how I'm trembling!"

"You were amazing, Mom," I complimented her, before adding, giving her a hug, "No, you are amazing."

"Oh, you know just the right words to say," Mom asked, her hand going to my fully erect cock confined but not concealed in my pants. "Oh, and what do we have here?"

"I brought a present for you, Mom," I answered.

"You do know that Ellie is going to try and control me completely," Mom said, rubbing my cock through my jeans.

"But you're stronger now, are you not?" I asked and then reminded her, "and I'm the ace in your hole."

"Yes," Mom said, my words relaxing her. "But fuck, was it tempting just to fall to her feet and submit to her again right then and there."

"You must be soaked," I surmised.

"Check for yourself," Mom offered, hiking up her dress.

I moved my hand to her naked, glistening pussy and wasn't surprised to feel her wetness. "Holy shit your leaking, Mommy!"

"I'm so fucking horny I'm going to burst," Mom admitted.

"Well let's take care of that," I said, this time it being me falling to my knees to worship my Mom.

Mom lifted her left foot to the toilet seat, giving me a perfect view of her spread-open cunt, as I leaned forward and began licking. In seconds she was moaning, "Oh yes, Curtis, lick Mommy."

This time it was all about my beautiful Mom. I wanted her to have the orgasm to end all orgasms. I wanted it to be me giving to her, not Ellie, to strengthen our bond for the rescue I knew I'd need to perform in the near future. I licked her pussy for a couple of minutes before I began pumping two fingers inside her.

"Oh yes, finger fuck your Mommy-slut," Mom moaned, knowing what her nasty talk did to me. A couple minutes later, her moans continually increasing, she begged, "Harder, son, finger Mommy harder, she is sooooo close!"

I obliged and sensing her impending climax, used my free hand to reach behind her and when I sensed her dam about to burst I slid a finger in her ass.

"Oh you dirty fucker, yeeeeeeeeeeeees, you're making Mommy come!" Mom screamed as she sprayed me with her juices. Her standing position allowing her juice to gush out of her and cascade down onto my lips and face, this time giving me a facial. I savored every last drop of Mom's cum before she demanded, "Now whip it out and fuck your Mother's ass."

"I'm not sure we have time before we start descending," I began, but was stopped.

"I'm not always your submissive slut, young man! Do as you're told and fuck your Mother's ass right now!" she ordered, in the my-decision-is-final tone I used to get when I lost a discussion with her before we'd become intimate. God, I loved her complex persona.

I sprang to obey my Mother but awkwardly, in too much of a hurry, fidgeting with my pants ineffectually, eventually fumbling them open, pulling them down to my knees without my underwear and needing to make another time-wasting gesture to lower those but then, hobbled at the knees, only barely managing to stagger behind my Mom who had already far more gracefully repositioned herself and framed her ass perfectly for me. Finally, my struggles over, I was brought up short, staring at the Picasso of Mothers' asses and admiring it in rapture. Damn, was it beautiful!

Mom brought me to myself by pulling her ass cheeks apart and snarling, yes snarling, "Fuck me NOW, you nasty Mother fucker!"

I plunged my cock inside her ass in one solid push forward and remembering that time was of the essence because the plane would be landing soon, I pounded her ass hard. I was into it now, even with my pants and underwear binding my knees together powerful and effective; my body slammed into hers over and again and she grabbed the toilet for balance, all the while keying up the nasty talk. "That's it, you dirty Mother ass-fucker, ream my back door!" and "Harder, baby, drill for gold!" and, "Deeper son, sodomize your Mommy, make her your forever ass-slut!"

Unfortunately, even with all the hot, nasty, incest talk, having come twice in the past hour and a half, I was in a marathon race with no end in sight.

Sweat dripped down my body, my t-shirt damp, as I continued to use a full throttle attack on Mom's tight ass. Mom continued trying to get me off with her ass and dirty talk. "Did my son get hard thinking of me dyking with Ellie?"

"Fuck, yes," I grunted.

"Does my son want his Mommy to be a submissive sex slave to Ellie?" Mom huffed.

"God, yes," I admitted, the idea the ultimate turn-on. Suddenly Cancun popped onto my head. "What happened in Cancun?"

"Oh God baby, that was the night I learned how big a slut I was and how much she owned me," Mom admitted.

"Do tell," I asked, dying of curiosity, as the pilot announced it was time to get back in our seats and put our seat belts on as we were beginning to descend.

"I promise to tell you all the nasty, horrifying, humiliating details once you come in Mommy's ass!" she said, beginning to bounce back on my cock.

"Oh fuck Mom," I groaned, as she began fucking me instead of my fucking her. Her eagerness made the sex even hotter and finally my third orgasm spasmed out of me as I filled her ass with my cum!

Mom screamed herself, as she climaxed simultaneously, "I'm cooooooming with you, son!"

The intensity of our dual orgasms was indescribable as we both collapsed into each other and I held her tight as she shuddered and quivered through her second orgasm of our bathroom rendezvous.

A knock on the door was followed by Dana saying, "I waited until I heard you two finish, but now you really need to get to your seats."

Both of us composed ourselves and without another word returned to our seats, although I was now with Miranda and Mom sitting with Ellie.

Once seated, Miranda asked, "Did you come in your Mother's beautiful ass?"

"Gentleman don't fuck and tell," I joked.

Mom answered for me. "I guess going commando was a mistake, your cum is trickling right back out my butt hole."

Miranda quipped, "Where's the butt plug when you need one?"

I burst out laughing as I felt the plane descend.

Looking over, I saw Ellie holding Mom's hand, but she was looking at me, thinking she had won. I let her think that for now.

Miranda meanwhile grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

As the plane continued its descent, I pondered Mom's impending descent back into lesbian submission at the hands of Ellie and the final piece of my plan...fucking Ellie. I still wasn't sure how it was all going to work, but as the plane touched down Miranda leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry baby, she'll fuck you."

"You sure?" I asked, unsure myself how to seal the deal, considering Ellie didn't seem remotely interested in me...only my Mom.

"Trust me," Miranda whispered into my ear, giving it a slight tug with her teeth, "I promise you'll get to fuck her before we fly back home."

"How?" I asked, my cock rising again at the thought of my next conquest even as the plane slowed to a stop.

"Just leave that to me, baby," she whispered, squeezing my cock through my pants.

The plane taxied toward its final stop as each of us considered the evening and weekend ahead. My cock stirred at the thought of fucking the third piece of my fantasy puzzle. I glimpsed over to Ellie and saw she was still staring at me...her look was smug...one broadcasting confidently that I had no idea who I was dealing with.

The reality was that even though I'd played a part-time top dog with Mom and Miranda for a short while, less than a month, I'd been winging it the whole time and didn't really know what I was doing while Ellie had decades of experience and lots of tried and true tricks up her sleeve. I knew I was in way over my head, but I hid those insecurities and winked at her.

Even as the plane was slowing to dock at the gate, Miranda surprised me once again by announcing, "Fuck, am I hungry." She fished out my erect cock and leaned forward and took it in her mouth.

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Ellie got a good look at my solid eight inches of meat as Miranda bobbed up and down for a brief tease. I realized that was the point: Miranda was showing my sausage smorgasbord to Ellie to make her hungry for me.

Sitting back up, just as the plane came to a stop, Miranda's hand was firmly on my cock, displaying it proudly as she looked over to Ellie and asked, "Want some?"

The end...

The fifth part in this series, What Mom Knows Fucks Her in Vegas was released in February 2013.

I thoroughly enjoy this dream story. From a psychological standpoint. everyone is playing a dangerous game with the mother's self-idenity, ego, and id. Earlier in the story, the mother's greatest fear was that she would willing give up her son and husband to return to being Ellie's slave. She stayed because of the age and needs of her son. From a psychological and psychiatric standpoint, the mental hoops of this series is truly enjoyable.

Sorry but this story is beyond fantasy now going into stupidity. First off I like all the parts of this story until now. The problem I have and it is with many incest stories is that incest relationships become obsessive to the point they do not share. In this case he would have wanted his mother to move in with him and Miranda not spark up a relationship that could possibly pull his mother away from him. So you lost stars on bad story telling. Not to mention cum on her face while on a regular plane would end up with you in jail. If you had intelligence you would have made it a private plane if you was going to sell that idea.

Sorry but just like so many others you ruin your own story by going to far in the fantasy were it becomes stupid

These stories are already written, look at dates they were posted...AND THEY ARE MAGNIFICENT!!

Jasmine-you are a wonderful author...complaints and small errors aside, no reader should really be complaining about your submissions!!

This, again, is my second time around with this series; I find it to be one of the most satisfying and erotic series a available!

You Go Girl...I need to see if you have 'recent' submissions to read!!

What Mom Knows Fucks Her in Vegas - Incest/Taboo

Summary: Mom, son, girlfriend and busty seductress get nasty in Vegas.

Note 1: This is part five of a continuing incest series (although it is much more complex than simply an incest story). I highly recommend you read the first four parts as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information...but here is a very brief primer of the series so far:

In WHAT MOM DOESN'T KNOW WILL FUCK HER eighteen-year-old Curtis goes to a Halloween party dressed in a costume designed for his absent father and fucks his beautiful mother.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER AGAIN Curtis enjoys an amazing threesome with his mother and his fantasy girl the TV weather girl Miranda Collington.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER ASS Curtis begins dating the sexually exotic MILF Miranda while also continuing to fuck his Mother; and as the title suggests Curtis takes his mother's ass during a legendary evening where he fulfills a Trifecta, coming in his Mother's mouth, pussy and ass.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN THE AIR Curtis joins the Mile-High Club during an epic first class flight to Vegas with his Mom, his celebrity girlfriend Miranda, Mom's friend and ex-Mistress Ellie and a very submissive stewardess.

A massive rewrite was done with Tex Beethoven in December 2018.

It wasn't until all four of us were waiting for a taxi to take us from McCarren Airport to our hotel on the Las Vegas Strip that the conversation and power struggle resumed.

Ellie complained, trying to stake her claim as the one the rest of us should strive to please, "I thought I was just going to a wedding."

"And?" Miranda asked, not seeing Ellie's point.

"It should be obvious: I packed for a wedding, not for a weekend with a submissive," Ellie smiled, looking directly at my mother, whose face went flushed. Ellie added, never taking her eyes off my submissive Mother, "It's just that if I would have known I would have brought my toys."

"Like what?" Miranda asked.

"Ben Wa balls, Alexis used to love those things in her cunt; handcuffs and butt plugs for discipline, Alexis is in desperate need to be put back in her proper place having strayed for so long; and strap-ons for some good old-fashioned fucking," Ellie listed.

Miranda offered, "Well they say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas and I'm sure you can find all those and more; but first, how do you propose to seduce Brittany?"

I smiled at how a submissive adorable sexpot like Miranda who obeys my every wish, could be so controlling of an experienced Domme like Ellie. Miranda had made it clear that Ellie couldn't have my mother as her submissive until she completed the task Miranda wanted done...to seduce her ex-boyfriend's fiancée the day before her wedding.

Ellie smiled, breaking eye contact with my mom and looking at Miranda, a silent look that spoke volumes, and then said only, "That will have to wait till tomorrow."

The taxi arrived before anything else could be discussed, or promised, or perhaps threatened, and we each sat quietly on the short ride to the heart of sin city, rather appropriate considering how much we were all planning to sin.

...

Once we were inside the hotel, a glorious example of over-the-top decadence, Miranda whispered to my Mom, "Back to the scene of the crime, Alexis."

Mom's face seemed to be constantly flushed as her cheeks again went rose red. But unlike how she was with Ellie she wasn't the least bit intimidated by her pet Miranda. She smiled fondly, "I remember it like it was yesterday."

"Remember what?" Ellie asked, joining the conversation.

Mom stammered, "N-n-nothing," intimidated.

Miranda answered, a challenging smile across her face, "This is the hotel where Alexis and I first played together."

"Really, is that so?" Ellie asked, curious yet giving my Mom a look of disapproval, as if she'd been unfaithful, which in a sense she had been... for almost twenty years.

Miranda, always one for shock value, added, "Yes, a couple bottles of wine, a porn movie on the TV and the two wine bottles suddenly found other uses, didn't they Alexis?"

My naughty mind automatically imagined my Mom and my girlfriend fucking each other with wine bottles.

Mom again blushed. "You make it sound so dirty."

Miranda said, "Well, you did fuck me with a wine bottle and then rode my face to orgasm if I recall correctly. You really took charge of me!"

I gasped.

Mom gasped too. "Miranda, not here!" gazing around at all the people within earshot.

Ellie added fuel, "Wine bottle, hey Miranda? Good to know."

Miranda shrugged, turned to me and said, "That was the night your mother became my Mistress."

Ellie shook her head. "I can't fucking believe you didn't come to me, Alexis."

Mom apologized, "It wasn't planned, Mistr..." She suddenly froze when she realized what she'd almost said.

"Go ahead, Alexis, say the words your body and mind are dying to say," Ellie ordered, moving closer to her.

I grabbed Mom's hand and pulled her away toward the front entrance.

Ellie called out, "It's only a matter of time Alexis, you know you're mine."

Mom was trembling when we got outside. "I won't last the weekend, Curtis. Now that she knows I'm playing with girls again she'll be relentless."

"Do you want to submit to her, Mom?" I asked, trying to be caring under the bizarre circumstances.

"Yes! No! I don't know," she answered, frustrated.

"Tell me about Cancun," I instructed.

"It was a crazy night," Mom said, shaking her head even as her eyes lit up at the memory.

"That good?" I questioned.

"Depends how you look at it," Mom shrugged.

"Tell me," I ordered.

"Let's go for a walk," Mom said, grabbing my hand as if we were a May-December couple, which in Vegas wasn't that out of the ordinary. In truth, we had a complex relationship. When I asserted myself I could order her to do anything I wished: could humiliate her, call her filthy names, give her facials, you name it and she loved it; but when she chose she could switch at the drop of a hat and be my loving, nurturing, assertive Mother again. So even as she was leading me down the Strip, she also began obediently narrating one of the most extreme and embarrassing nights of her life from her college days when she had been Ellie's willing sex slave.

The first night in Cancun I met a guy at the bar and ended up back at his hotel where we had sex. It was my first time with a guy since I'd submitted to Ellie and when I returned to the hotel the next morning she was furious. She ranted: "This trip was about you and me Alexis, not about you being a fucking skank."

I apologized profusely, feeling overwhelming guilt as if I had cheated on her, which I had. Any sexual activity whatsoever, even including a quiet masturbation session alone was considered cheating if I didn't have my Mistress' specific permission. But a few drinks with a hot hunky guy and his promise to me, "Once we're alone I'll do anything you say, Mistress... anything!" had gone completely to my head. He'd kept his promise and the night had been empowering and fabulous! But now it was time to pay. In a way I didn't even mind: I loved being degraded and punished by my impetuous Mistress. The look of fury on her face only enhanced my delicious guilt and made me willing to do anything I could to make her happy.

I remember her saying, "You need to be punished don't you, my pet."

I eagerly agreed, happy just to see her anger fade and inwardly looking forward to my humiliation.

"You will obey me without question or hesitation this evening?" she asked, although the question was rhetorical. She wasn't asking, she was telling.

I agreed without consideration of any consequences, just desperate to belong to her again; to obey.

"Good, now go get some sleep, tonight will be a very long night for you," she said, hinting at something extreme. I was impatient to get on with it but forcing me to wait for things was part of her game.

That night she dressed me up in a bright pink dress that made me look like a real-life Barbie, sans any underwear at all, and took me to a club. She spoke briefly with a large bouncer who nodded and pointed and she led me to the back of the club and into a small room. I knew in seconds I was in a gloryhole. I looked at Ellie with pleading eyes and she said, "You wanted cock, so tonight you're going to get an entire night of cock."

A cock popped through the hole and Ellie ordered, "Get sucking, Alexis. By the time you leave here tonight you're going to never want cock again." I realized she was using a tough love tactic, like my dad did to my younger sister when he busted her for smoking and made her smoke a whole pack of cigarettes one right after the other, until she had smoked the entire pack before vomiting. Mistress Ellie was trying to condition me to be a true lesbian with no desire for men through extreme discipline. My occasional peccadillo aside, I had a deep-seated need to make Ellie happy at all costs, to obey her unconditionally, so I soon found myself sitting on a wooden stool and after one last pleading look to Ellie, which got me no sympathy but just a tongue poking out her cheek to indicate I should get sucking, I opened my mouth and took a faceless stranger's cock in my mouth.

As I bobbed back and forth on the first of many cocks that night, Ellie moved beside me and whispered, "Good girl." The condescending words should have been humiliating and they were, yet my need for her approval and praise made me eager to obey her every whim.

I don't know how many cocks I sucked that night, at least fifty, and I swallowed every load before the sun was rising and Ellie finally asked, "Have you learned your lesson, my pet?"

I remember my answer clearly, "Yes, Mistress, my mouth and my cunt belong to you and I will always obey you."

She was then 'kind' enough to escort me to a filthy alley so I could vomit up what must have been a gallon of cum, it took forever for me to regurgitate it all, and I actually felt grateful to her for being so considerate.

"Wow," was all I could muster, even as my well-used cock called for attention again.

Mom finished by saying, "it was a promise I kept until I met your dad and realized I had to quit her cold turkey if I was ever going to have a normal life, a normal family, which of course seems pretty ironic now."

"I suppose so, we are anything but normal," I laughed softly.

"If that isn't the truth," Mom smiled and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, Mom added, "I should also mention dear boy, that your cum is still leaking out of my ass."

I shrugged, thinking of pounding her ass in the airplane bathroom a couple of hours ago, "Well if your dear son would allow you to wear panties..."

"Fucker," she said, playfully.

"Mother-fucker," I corrected.

"Yes," she smiled, "you are one dirty Mother-fucker."

"Fuck Mom, now you've made me hard again," I pointed out what was literally pointing out.

She gave my point a quick squeeze and said, "Maybe we should return to the madness."

"Can you resist Ellie?" I asked.

"For a little while," she said, although her look told me she wasn't convinced.

"Let's play it by ear, Mom," I said, squeezing her hand.

"Ok," she agreed.

"Ellie will be busy tomorrow with her task," I reminded her.

"Which she will achieve, no doubt," Mom predicted.

"Is she that good?" I asked, our hotel now in sight.

"She doesn't take no for an answer," Mom replied.

"Yet you resisted her," I pointed out, trying to build her resilience against the powerful temptress.

"It was because of you," Mom said, adding, "I was pregnant, I desperately wanted to have a child and my mother wolf instincts kicked in. I would have killed someone if necessary to protect you... even Ellie!"

"Well, I thank you profusely for that protection, loba mía," I laughed.

"Well, you have been thanking me rather thoroughly lately," she teased.

As we returned to the hotel I said, "Welcome to the jungle."

Mom quoted Guns and Roses, which only convinced me one more time how cool she was, "We've got fun and games."

"You're perfect, Mom," I complimented, meaning it.

"You're not too bad yourself," Mom smiled.

I texted Miranda and learned our 'room' was a suite on the top floor...the penthouse. As usual I was in awe of my life. We went to the elevator and as soon as the door closed, Mom and I were kissing like two horny teenagers.

Once we reached our floor, Mom broke our kiss and said, her face flushed with a hunger I had only seen in her eyes a couple of times, "Promise me you'll fuck me tonight."

"That is a promise I think I can keep, Mom," I replied.

"Fuck, do I want you inside me right now," she said.

My phone buzzed just as we got out of the elevator and Miranda told me she'd left us a cardkey at the front desk and that she and Ellie were in the bar having a drink. "The key is at the front desk."

"Well, that figures," Mom replied.

The elevator doors began to close and I hit the open button. "Thinking of submitting to Ellie has you on the brink, doesn't it?" I asked.

"Just the thought has my cunt gushing," Mom admitted.

I pulled her back into the elevator and waited until the doors closed, removed my shirt and tossed it onto the overhead camera and hit the Stop button. The elevator came to an abrupt halt and froze in place.

Mom smiled playfully, "You naughty boy. What are you going to make me do?"

Not wasting time, knowing we probably had only a couple of minutes, I ordered, "Get my cock out, slut."

She obeyed, correcting me, "Mommy-slut."

My finger still on the stop button, I watched her eagerly take my cock into her mouth, which had last been inside her ass on the plane, and bob up and down like a porn star.

After a few seconds, I ordered, "Bend over and fuck yourself on me."

She obeyed, using the handrails for stability, lifted her dress over her ass and backed up on my erect missile. Watching my cock slowly disappear into her was enthralling, as it always was. Soon she had all of my cock in her wet cunt and was bouncing back on me.

Her moans echoed in the small space, "Oh God baby, your cock feels so good in Mommy's cunt!"

"Tell me who owns you," I grunted, her hard thrusts bringing me great pleasure as I seemed to go deeper into her than I ever had before.

"You do, baby, you own your Mommy," she moaned, her breathing already erratic.

"And you will never disobey me?" I questioned.

"Neeeeever, baby, I'll always be a good Mommy to my masterful son," she whimpered, loving the deepness my cock was reaching.

The intercom came on and a man asked, "Is there anyone in there? If so, Press the blue intercom button to speak."

"We don't have much time, Mommy-slut," I said, "Come for your son. Come for your owner! Come for your Master!"

That was all it took as my Mom screamed, "Oh fuuuuuuck, yes Curtis, be my Master, use me whenever and wherever you wiiiiish!"

I could feel her cum coat my cock and I pulled out and began stroking my cock. "On your knees, Mommy."

She fell to her knees, rubbing her clit with her left hand as she opened her mouth and begged, "Come on Mommy, Master. Mark me as yours. Shoot your white goo all over your Mommy-slut's face!"

"When we get to the main floor, you will walk to the front desk and get the room-key Miranda left for us with my cum all over your face," I said.

"Oh God, you dirty fucker. You want to humiliate Mommy?" she asked.

"Will you obey?" I questioned, my balls about to burst.

"Yes, Master," she agreed, "for you I'll do anything!" just as the first stream of cum hit her on the forehead. A second followed between her eyes and hit her nose, while a third hit her lips and chin. The sight of my cum on her face was so hot I wished I had more to coat it with.

I released the Stop button and hit the Lobby button.

Standing up, her face coated with streams of cum, her legs still twitching from her orgasm, she said, "You're turning into one kinky little bastard."

"And you love it," I teased, as the elevator slowed to a stop at the eleventh floor.

I reached for my shirt and pulled it on just before the door opened.

A young couple got on the elevator and neither could help but notice Mom's cum-coated face.

Both were surprised, but following proper elevator etiquette, they looked away and didn't say anything although both were blushing furiously.

As the elevator started to descend, Mom turned to the red-faced brunette and asked, "Where you two from?"

The girl stammered, "T-T-Texas."

"On your honeymoon?" Mom asked, acting as if she weren't wearing a full facial of cum.

"No, we're just dating," the girl answered, squirming with discomfort.

The guy looked an eyebrow at me and I shrugged as if saying 'what you gonna do?'

Mom then asked the girl, "Do I have any in my hair?"

"Pardon?" the girl asked, shocked by the question.

The elevator was just reaching the lobby when Mom said something even I couldn't believe, "Do I have any of my son's cum in my hair?"

Both the guy's and the girl's mouths dropped open at the outrageous question with all its taboo implications.

The elevator door opened and Mom said, "I'll be right back, son."

"Hurry back, slut," I ordered, finally speaking.

Both looked at me as Mom walked out of the elevator and into the lobby, which was rather full.

The girl asked, "She isn't really your Mom?"

"No," I lied, "She just likes the shock value. She's actually my English teacher."

"Well done, dude," the guy said, impressed.

His girlfriend glared at him and they left, the guy searching around for another look at my cum-faced mother.

Mom was in line behind a couple of other guests checking in, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that she was a sticky mess and people were staring at her.

I watched, amused and with a sense of power at Mom obeying such an extreme order. She turned to me and winked, surprisingly not embarrassed by the stares. Like I had thanked Ellie for on the airplane, her long-ago training of my Mom was turning out to be useful, even as I now used that very training against her.

When it was Mom's turn, she spoke with the desk clerk who did a double take, but after listening to whatever mom said, checked her identification and handed her a room-key. Mom walked back to me and handed me the key before saying, "Miranda texted me to go meet the girls for a drink."

"Ok," I said, wishing the drinking age was eighteen, not the ridiculously conservative twenty-one.

"It's girl time," mom smiled, kissing me on the lips and inadvertently returning some of my own cum to me, which I didn't mind.

"That worries me," I admitted.

"Me too," she shrugged, "but I'll have Miranda there to protect me."

"Have fun," I smiled.

"I can't imagine it will be as much fun as we just had," Mom smiled.

"I hope not," I chuckled back.

Another sticky kiss and she was gone. I went up the elevator and into the room, which is not a correct description for it. It was massive! I spent the next twenty minutes looking around before taking a much-needed shower.

When I got out I could hear the three MILFs laughing and I walked out of the bathroom wearing only my towel.

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"Speaking of the boy toy," Ellie said, her tone not about flattery.

"Ladies," I said, trying to be suave.

"Go get dressed sexy, we're going out for supper and a show," Miranda said.

I asked. "And which room is mine?"

"Our room is the first on the left," Miranda said.

"Cool," I said casually. I left the ladies, rolled my luggage into the room and got dressed.

Strangely, the rest of the evening proceeded completely uneventfully. I learned later that during their brief girls' only time they'd agreed there would be no sexual conversation, flirting, not even word play for the remainder of the evening. In some ways this was good news as I was a bit worn out by the constant sexual tension between Ellie and Mom that had her so stressed out.

Supper was amazing, the show, a Cirque de Soleil, was stupendous and a late-night walk along the brightly-lit Strip was the coolest thing ever. By the time we got back to our penthouse suite we were all wiped and we all crashed rather quickly.

Miranda and I got a room together, while both mom and Ellie had separate rooms, although Ellie stressed they'd be sharing one room before the weekend was over.

Miranda and I shared silent nods of agreement. That sharing was an agreed-upon portion of our master plan for the weekend, albeit the most risky portion.

After Ellie had retired, Mom snuck in for the good fucking I'd promised her for tonight, and she rode me to completion while Miranda rode her ass with a strap-on. In addition to it being over-the-top sex for all three of us, it was yet another layer of our three-way emotional bond which Miranda and I knew Mom needed to have in place as strongly as possible.

...

The next morning started amazingly as I was woken up the best way possible, with a blowjob. Opening my eyes, I saw Miranda bobbing up and down leisurely on my cock.

Seeing me awake, she smiled, "Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Good morning, beautiful," I replied.

"I bet you say that to all the girls who wake you up this way," she teased, returning to my cock.

"Now that you mention it, that's true," I agreed, thinking of the many times recently Mom had awakened me the same way.

"You male slut," she joked, briefly taking my cock out of her mouth.

"There are worse things to be called," I quipped.

"And the Mommy facial, that was so naughty," Miranda commented, as she returned to deep throating my cock.

I moaned, but not because of her gentle reprimand, "I didn't think she would go through with it."

Five minutes later the conversation continued after I had shot cum down my beautiful girlfriend. "Your mom kept the cum on her face the whole time we were in the bar."

"Really?" I asked, surprised by mom's full obedience.

"Yes, it was so fucking hot," Miranda said, still stroking my cock.

"That it was," I agreed.

"Your Mom can be really wild, and being in a city where no one knows her gives her the freedom to cut loose without any worry of consequences," Miranda explained.

"Like the last time you two were in Vegas for example," I smiled.

"For example," she agreed, smiling.

Positioning myself between her legs, I smiled, "I think it's time I return the favor."

She purred, "You treat me so well, baby."

"I bet you say that to all the eighteen-year-olds you bring to Vegas," I teased.

"Every single one," she played along as I began licking. As much as I loved fucking Miranda and Mom, I particularly loved the sweet intimacy that came from licking their pussies. I loved hearing their breathing slowly escalate, I loved hearing their moans increase in volume... and all because of me.

Hearing Miranda coo, "Oh Curtis, don't stop," and "Yes, baby, I love your tongue, baby," and "Oh God, you're getting me so fucking wet," only enhances my eagerness to please.

I took my time enjoying the slow build of Miranda's orgasm. Finally, ten minutes later give or take, her moans had escalated and I knew she was near the brink of euphoria, so I sucked her clit into my mouth and slid two fingers inside her very wet pussy.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Miranda screamed, as she wrapped her legs around my head and quaked, her pussy juice flowing out of her.

I savored her sweetness as her body continued trembling... all because of me.

When she finally released me from her leg embrace/leglock, I crawled up her body and kissed her tenderly.

When I broke the kiss a few seconds later she smiled, "Fuck, do I taste good."

"You won't ever hear me complaining," I agreed.

She leaned up and kissed me again. This time the kiss had a tenderness I'd never felt from her before. This wasn't the same intense urgency it often was, nor was it full of hungry passion, but something more: as if we had transcended to a different world where only we existed.

When she broke the kiss she looked nervous and vulnerable; an insecurity I rarely saw in my confident, celebrity girlfriend. Our eyes locked as time stood still and for a brief moment there was only us, and nothing else mattered.

Finally my dream woman affirmed the words she'd said the other night at the TV station that had prompted my long, heartfelt declaration to her. "I love you, Curtis."

Those three words and my name and I was speechless. I knew that fifty years from now if she repeated them again I'd still be thrilled to hear them. I knew that, but apparently my new but enduring love for her hadn't yet sunk in.

She kissed me softly before continuing, her vulnerability clearly on her sleeve, if she had been wearing clothes, "I know it sounds crazy, you're just a boy and we haven't known each other long even though I've told you before," she continued between sweet kisses. "And I don't expect you to say it back this time, but I had to let you know."

They say when you fall in love you just know. It's like every earlier relationship was just a milestone on the journey to real love. I'd long lusted after Miranda, then once I began seeing her with Mom occasionally I knew I liked her a lot, but (ironically the day after the first time I'd fucked her and right after the second time she'd stood up for me against her blowhard ex) the moment I looked into her sincere eyes, past the beautiful exterior, past the sexual seductress, I saw the real Miranda...the girl behind the woman, the girl who longed for unconditional love and not the superficial surface love just based on looks and sex. No, behind her tough confident exterior was a vulnerable woman wanting someone to love the real her. I knew right then, just like I know the sky is blue and the grass is green that I loved her. Not the pantyhose-wearing sex goddess that I grew up masturbating to, but the woman who was sweet, caring, sassy, warm, funny, quirky, and a million other traits was the one with whom I'd fallen in love. And it was at that moment as I saw deep into her soul, I took her heart and claimed it. "I've said it before and I'll say it again: I love you too, Miranda Collington."

She shook her head. "I wasn't saying it to get you to say it. I was..."

I put my finger to her lips. "Shhhh, my sweet Miranda. I would never have said if I didn't mean it, and now you will please permit me to say it again." It was time to repeat my litany of love to her, this time with fresh observations. I gave her quick soft kisses between each beloved quality as I spoke. "I love your loyalty."

"I love your smile," I continued, kissing just her upper lip.

"I love your compassion," I added, replicating my gentle kiss on her lower lip.

"I love your sarcastic wit," I said, kissing her left cheek.

"I love the twinkle in your eye," I complimented, kissing her other cheek.

"But most of all I love your heart, Miranda," I finished, our eyes locked to each other's. I hoped she saw the sincerity in my eyes the way I saw it in hers.

We kissed like the two lovers we were.

After a brief moment her sweet smile curved to mischievous. Rubbing her stocking feet on me she asked, "You don't love my pantyhose legs?"

"Sure, they're all right," I shrugged playfully.

She laughed before adding, her shift from insecure and vulnerable to sexy and confident instant, "So should I take it that the fact I am a submissive who loves swallowing your cum and taking your cock up my ass is also irrelevant?"

I shrugged, "Those qualities are awesome bonuses, as are your tight cunt, dirty mouth and lesbian tendencies, but I have my Mom for all those."

"You fucker," she said, hitting me playfully.

"That's Mother fucker to you, thanks," I quipped back, before standing up and tossing off frivolously, "But now that you know I love you with all my heart for reasons besides awesome sex, I really have to pee."

I grabbed a robe and went to the bathroom. When I returned, Miranda had a robe on too and was on the phone.

When she hung up she said, "Room service will be here soon."

"Good, I'm famished," I said, looking at the clock. "Is it really eleven?"

"That's what the clock says, and the lamp told me it only lies when we've been drinking," Miranda quipped, her sarcastic wit on full display.

We left our private room and I was surprised not to see Mom up and about yet.

A moment later Miranda said, her tone concerned, "Oh no."

"What?" I asked.

She handed me a note.

I read the note:

I have Alexis for the day...

Mistress Ellie

"I hope Alexis is ok," Miranda said.

"Me too," I replied, as I texted her.

Mom,

You ok? Where r u?

A minute later she texted back:

I'm fine. Ellie is determined she will have me, but she also wants me looking perfect for her when she wins and I become, in her words, her forever plaything.

She has booked us full body massages, manicures, pedicures and other appointments at a spa.

She said she is reinventing me...whatever that means...

I am nervous and excited...

So far I am in my right mind and not doing anything crazy for her...

I don't know when we will be back.

Love Mommy

Satisfied Mom was ok for now, Miranda and I took breakfast and a shower together where I shot a second load of the morning in her as we had a lengthy fuck session... no, this time more of a lovemaking session, a bonding session that included sex... in the steamy shower.

Once we were dressed, Miranda and I had a great day just enjoying the sights of Vegas. We wandered through the hotels, had lunch at 'Joe's Seafood, Prime Steak Stone Crab' and just enjoyed being a normal anonymous couple, something we usually didn't get to do. We held hands, we took photos of each other and selfies together. It was surreal and it was easily one of the most enjoyable and pleasant days of my life. We were more than just sex partners, we were a loving couple. However, although we remained anonymous, thanks to Miranda we didn't quite blend into the crowd. It was fun to see all the double takes we got from the other tourists, my girlfriend dressed in black thigh highs, a red leather skirt with matching five-inch heels and me casually in jeans and a t-shirt...an odd couple to say the least. If there had been a spotlight travelling around with us it would have been shining directly on Miranda the entire time... not that I would have minded in the least.

In the end I was just enjoying being with Miranda and I think she felt the same way. There was no sex talk, no innuendos or even discussion of plans for the evening, we were just a couple enjoying Vegas like so many others.

Mom texted me around 2 o'clock:

Got tickets for a show tonight. Meet you at Excalibur at 7. It is a dinner show so don't eat before. The show is called Defending the Caveman.

Kisses Mom

After a lovely day with my beautiful girlfriend that only made me love her more, I began to think about the evening.

Hours later as we walked to the Excalibur, I said to Miranda, "We don't have to do this."

"Do what?" she asked.

"Ellie and me, Ellie and Mom," I said.

"Oh yes we do," Miranda disagreed seriously, "I always finish what I start. And as scary as it is, your Mom needs this... both parts, including you and Ellie."

"That is very true," I agreed, before saying sincerely, "It's just, you are enough for me."

"How sweet," she said, stopping and kissing me. "But of course you mean me and your Mom are enough for you."

"Well, yes, you two are a handful," I countered.

"I hope you meant that plural," she smiled, cupping her breasts for me and drawing a few startled glances from passersby.

"Indeed," I laughed, as we reached the hotel.

"So, the plan remains the same. We all fuck Ellie," Miranda said as if it were that simple.

"We?" I asked.

"Yes, we," she smiled back. "Alexis, you and me; not necessarily in that order."

How?" I asked, still confident that Ellie wasn't remotely interested in me.

"Still in the works, my dear," Miranda said as we reached our destination.

I looked around for Mom but didn't recognize her at first and even walked right by her. She had to slap my shoulder and ask me, "Don't you even recognize your own mother?"

We stopped and turned to see my mother had indeed benefitted from a complete makeover. Her long, trademark chestnut hair had been replaced with the blondest hair I'd ever seen and it had been cut much shorter. "Mom?"

"In the flesh," she smiled, her distinctive sexy smile still very much present.

"Wow Mom, that hairdo completely changes your look," I said, not sure I liked it, especially because I loved long hair, especially hers.

"I hope you like, baby," she purred, batting her eyes playfully.

"I love everything about you," I smiled back.

Miranda chimed in, "That is quite the outfit, Alexis."

Mom was wearing a blood red blouse, a black leather skirt, black thigh high stockings and five-inch heels.

Mom shrugged, "Ellie insisted I buy this outfit."

"Well, it works. Where is the drama queen anyway?" I asked.

"On a recon mission for her seduction of Brittany tonight," Mom answered.

Miranda laughed, "Recon mission?"

"Her words," Mom shrugged, "She's taking this task and the so-called reward very seriously."

"How are you feeling about being the reward?" I asked.

"Well, away from the real world it's much easier just to let whatever happens, happen," Mom shrugged.

"A good philosophy," Miranda agreed.

"Let's go enjoy the show," Mom suggested, taking my right arm. Miranda took my left and we entered the huge theater as an adorable threesome.

The next couple of hours were filled with great food, a hilarious comedian and constant under-the-table teasing by my two beautiful companions. By the time the show was over, I thought I might burst.

Ellie texted Mom:

DO NOT COME TO BACHELORETTE PARTY!!! I will accomplish task but can't have Miranda show up.

Mom showed us the message and Miranda agreed to not go. We finished our drinks, well they did, I had club soda and my ladies got frisky.

Miranda whispered in one ear, "I'm going to devour you once we get back to the room."

Mom whispered similar sentiments in my other ear, "Mommy has naughty plans in mind for her bad son, trying to get rid of me with Ellie."

My cock was hard and at one point both of my horny ladies reached for it at the same time and instead grabbed each other.

Both burst out laughing and Miranda suggested, "Let's get out of here."

"Agreed," Mom said, hunger in her eyes.

I teased, "Did spending the day with Ellie get Mommy horny?"

"Well, she was surprisingly well-behaved in that she didn't order me to do anything all day except harmless things like 'try on this dress'. My makeover and new wardrobe were completely under her control but she didn't tell me to do anything sexual or even risqué. Nevertheless I almost ate her at the spa without her asking and I would have if we'd had any privacy," Mom admitted, before adding, "and all day regardless of her refraining from any attempts to domme me, Ellie constantly teased me with touches, drowned me with innuendos and taunted me with descriptions of things to come once she'd completed her task and could take the gloves off."

"And?" I asked.

"And I felt like I was her college sub again," Mom admitted.

"And?' I pushed.

"And I fucking loved it, you bastard," Mom admitted, slapping my leg.

"Well, let's take this conversation somewhere where we can be wearing much less clothing," I suggested.

"This is Vegas, that could be anywhere, such as right here," My Mom quipped. "What would you like me to remove, Master?" she teased. "Your wish is my command, except that anything you make me remove, I'll require my sub Miranda to remove as well."

"That would be very entertaining, but as the Dom in charge I'd probably be the one to get arrested. Let's just go back to the hotel and have a good, old-fashioned threesome," I offered with a laugh.

"Now that works for me," Miranda smiled, standing up, grabbing our hands and leading us off.

Fifteen minutes later we were in the bedroom and I was on my back as my Mom straddled my face, her pussy scent intoxicating me while Miranda was going to town on my cock with her sweet lips.

I savored the crazy reality I was living. I eagerly lapped Mom's pussy while my girlfriend, Mom's submissive, lavishly sucked my cock. None of us were in a hurry as we just enjoyed each other. Five minutes became ten before Mom and I reached orgasm almost simultaneously. I shot my cum down my girlfriend's throat as Mom filled my mouth with hers.

Next, Mom and I double-teamed Miranda. We kissed and licked and nibbled her breasts for a while before we both teased her stocking-clad legs with our lips and hands. Working in tandem, mirror images of each other, we spent an eternity lavishly worshipping Miranda's feet and legs with only brief forays by one or the other of us to her pussy until she was begging to be fucked.

"Please, eat my pussy or fuck me, this teasing is driving me fucking crazy," Miranda moaned as she writhed desperately on the bed.

In a great collaborative effort mom and I did both as I knelt between Miranda's legs and buried my cock into her wanton pussy while Mom straddled Miranda's face before leaning down and licking Miranda's clit, which was an added turn on. As Miranda began licking Mom, everyone was servicing someone and everyone was on the road to getting off.

"Oh fuck, yes," Miranda bellowed as my cock slammed into her, which after Mom's and my lengthy slow burn tease such a sudden shift had her near an apocalyptic orgasm in seconds.

Mom hungrily licked and sucked on Miranda's clit as I continued to pound my girlfriend, Mom's submissive, hard and deep. Even after all the things I'd done with my Mother and Miranda, this seemed oddly surreal.

It took twenty seconds, thirty at the most, before Miranda was begging, her words muffled by Mom's cunt, "Harder, fuck me harder."

I shifted from slow thrusts to hard deep penetration and now each thrust was slamming into her body.

Since she was already near the brink from hours without an orgasm, it took less than a minute of the double onslaught of my powerful thrusts and Mom's clit licking to have Miranda exploding like a weather balloon that had ascended too far into the heavens. Suddenly her juice flooded out of her, bathing my cock and balls as Mom licked and licked!

Miranda quaked and quivered as her orgasm riddled her. I continued pounding her wet box. "Oh God yes, more, more, mooooooore," she screamed.

"Eat my cunt, slut," Mom ordered her, which was a major turn on for me.

Still quivering in ecstasy, my obedient girlfriend obeyed, grabbing Mom's ass and pulling her cunt down to her mouth.

Minutes ticked by as I continued fucking her, this close to shooting my second load of the evening.

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Mom was close to her own orgasm as she sat straight up and used her full weight to press her cunt onto her submissive's face. She used my girlfriend's face roughly as she fucked herself to orgasm.

The hot bisexual scene had my balls finally boiling as I continued fucking Miranda.

"That's it, you hot little slut! That's how to make your Mistress come! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" cried Mom.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" Miranda screamed as her second orgasm in several moments convulsed through her.

Deciding to give Miranda a hot double facial, I kept pumping in and out of her until Mom's orgasm finished, before pulling out and ordering her, "Move aside, baby."

"You dirty fucker," Mom teased, but obeying my order.

Miranda's face was shining with pussy cum as I straddled her chest and pumped my cock right over her mouth.

Mom scurried around me to Miranda's feet, dove back into Miranda's wet leaking cunt and began licking the sweet pussy juice, her short new coiffure tickling my butt.

As Miranda opened her mouth to moan, I did kind of a swan dive forward and filled it with my cock, my belly now being tickled by her hair.

Although it was awkward, Miranda took my cock in her mouth and bobbed up and down hungrily, taking all eight inches in her mouth even as her body continued trembling from her back to back orgasms.

Her mouth was a warm haven and I held back my orgasm as long as possible as I was in awe of hearing my Mom eating her pussy and watching Miranda eagerly devouring my cock.

Mom's pussy-licking tongue was doing its usual magic, so Miranda shoved my hips strongly upward, ejecting my cock from her mouth both so she could breathe, but also so she could scream, "Fuuuck, I'm coooooooooming again!!"

As a third orgasm cascaded through her, I straight-armed the bed to hold myself up with one hand and used my other one to furiously beat my cock before shooting rope after rope of white goo all over the face of my girlfriend while she was still orgasming!

Miranda was surprised by the first spray as it hit her cheek, but she turned her head and opened her mouth to catch the second and third streams, a look of complete satisfaction on her face.

Mom and I collapsed on the bed as well with similar feelings of satisfaction.

I was fading into slumber when Mom's cell rang. She sat up and said, "That must be Ellie."

"Well, go check," I suggested.

Mom, naked except for her stockings, walked over to her purse and grabbed her phone. She read the message briefly and reported, "She did it."

Miranda asked, "Like she did it, did it?"

"So she says," Mom nodded, already realizing the implications of the text to her own rapidly approaching future.

"How do we know for sure?" Miranda asked.

Mom texted back, Miranda wants proof.

Mom returned to the bed with her phone just as it buzzed again. She looked at it and as her face went red, she turned her phone around to show us a video clip confirming the task had been accomplished.

Miranda and I were watching a brief video of Brittany on her knees in a bathroom stall licking Ellie's pussy. We couldn't see Ellie's face but there was no denying whose demanding words were being said. "Look up at me, slut. Tell me how much you love my cunt."

I would have loved to hear Brittany's reply but the clip ended, frozen on Brittany looking up rapturously, her face shiny with pussy juice as if she were staring right at us.

"Fucking delicious," Miranda said, giddy with excitement at getting back at Mark, her ex.

"Now what?" I asked Miranda.

Mom said, her tone showing not fear, but acceptance, "Well, there's no doubt that Ellie will be expecting me to submit to her unconditionally as soon as we next meet."

"You don't have to," I said, not wanting Mom to do anything she didn't want to, feeling guilty at Miranda and I using Mom as leverage in our twisted game to get Ellie to fuck me.

"Ooooooooh, yes I do," she said, her eyes showing a sparkle.

Miranda asked, "It's not because of a debt or a promise; you want to, don't you?"

"Desperately," Mom answered. "I've always wanted to submit to her again. It has taken every ounce of courage I had in me to resist the temptation to submit again, especially during the past year, but now that you're an adult Curtis, I think it's time to do more than just submit to Ellie on an occasion or two."

I realized what she was about to say and yet couldn't quite get my head around it, even though it made perfect sense.

"I'm sorry Curtis, but I don't love your father, I love Ellie, I've always loved Ellie," Mom said, tears beginning to stream down her face.

I put my hand on her arm and said warmly, "It's ok, Mom."

Silence lingered as this new revelation hung in the air. Finally Mom spoke, her devilish side clearly back, having rather quickly come to grips with her decision, "Of course I'll only submit to Ellie after she submits to you."

"You don't have to Mom," I said.

"Yes, I do," Mom smiled, kissing me, "I will only submit to her if she accepts our relationship. Although I don't love your father, I do love you, and I need you at least as much as I do Ellie!"

Miranda smiled, "Delicious."

"Indeed, delicious," I concurred.

Mom yawned. "I have a hunch tomorrow is going to be a long, eventful day."

Yawning is contagious and I yawned too. "I love you Mom."

"I love you too," she smiled back.

"And what about me?" Miranda asked, playfully.

I turned to her, "You're not so bad."

"Bastard," she said, hitting me playfully.

Mom said, "Hard to believe I got you two together on just a whim."

I smiled, "I love both of you."

Both women laid their heads on my shoulders and in minutes, our arms entwined in indescribable but loving fashions, we were all asleep.

...

The next morning I was surprised to wake up the old-fashioned way...on my own. Both my lovely ladies were gone and I glanced at the clock; it was almost ten.

I grabbed a robe and went to find my lovely submissives. Both my Mom and Miranda were having breakfast on the balcony and were already dressed in their elegant dresses for the day's wedding.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Mom teased.

"You need to go clean yourself up," Miranda added.

Mom added, "Ellie just called. She wants us at the church early, she has a surprise for us."

A ton of ideas popped into my head as I nodded and headed to the shower.

Thirty minutes later I was showered, shaved and suited up and a limousine was waiting for us downstairs. The three of us were mostly silent as we pondered the day ahead as Mom drew closer to her moment of submission to Ellie. Ellie was going to submit to me although she didn't know it yet and Miranda was going to revel in the glory of knowing she had humiliated her ex one more time.

We arrived at the church an hour early and met Ellie at the back door. She was wearing a dark green gown and had never looked better. The first things she did upon seeing us was to smile at my Mom and say, "Good to see you, my pet."

"You too, Mistress," Mom replied without hesitation.

"Follow me," Ellie said and the three of us followed her into the church and into the dressing room of the bride-to-be.

Standing there in her wedding dress was Brittany, who was clearly embarrassed, although she said and did nothing except tremble noticeably as we approached her.

"On your knees," Ellie ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Brittany obeyed. She was unable to make eye contact with any of us.

"Fucking awesome," Miranda said.

"Miranda, I thought it would be fun to have her wear your pussy juice on her lips as she walks down the aisle and when she kisses her husband for the first time," Ellie explained.

"Brilliant," Miranda said, "that's even more devious than I could have come up with."

"Why thank you," Ellie replied, basking in the glow of her latest conquest.

Miranda added, "Actually I think I can raise the humiliation a notch or two."

"Go on," Ellie said.

"Let's have Curtis fuck her and then she can walk down the aisle with his cum leaking out of her cunt," Miranda suggested.

"Or maybe her ass," Mom suggested.

"Please no," Brittany gasped as nuances of her humiliation were discussed as if she weren't even here.

"Do you want that video going viral, slut?" Ellie hissed, her tone clearly don't-you-dare-fuck-with-me.

"S-s-sorry, Mistress," Brittany stammered, petrified by Ellie's threat.

"Pussy or ass, pussy or ass?" Ellie asked, all sing-song.

Miranda hiked up her dress, sat down on a couch and spread her legs, "Crawl to me, bride slut."

Brittany's face was burning beet red with blotches of humiliation and anger as she slowly obeyed the order, crawling awkwardly in her long dress.

As the humiliated but obedient bride reached Miranda's feet, Miranda slipped out of her heels and raised a stocking-clad foot and placed it in Brittany's mouth. Brittany began tentatively sucking on Miranda's toes as Ellie turned to Mom, "So now to collect my prize."

Mom blushed but said, "Not so fast, Ellie."

"Not playing hard to submit, are we?" Ellie cautioned.

"Not exactly, but I need to make something clear," Mom said, sounding much stronger than I knew she really felt.

"You do, do you?" Ellie said, trying to keep control of the situation, doing her best to project without needing to say so, that any choices my Mom might face from here on out were Ellie's to decide.

"Yes...I...do," Mom replied, stressing each word, fighting through the inner turmoil she was feeling.

"Well, I'm all ears," Ellie replied.

"I am prepared to leave Ted and move in with you, Mistress," Mom began.

Even Ellie was surprised by this news. She stammered, "Y-y-you are? y-y-you will?"

"Yes, I have always loved you Ellie," Mom admitted, moving to Ellie, grasping her shoulders and looking her straight in the eye. "I've always needed you."

Ellie was flushed now. "I can't believe it."

Mom kissed Ellie tenderly, my own cock begging for attention.

Interrupting the intimate moment, Miranda ordered, "Beg to eat my pussy, Brittany."

"Oh please don't make me do this," Brittany pleaded.

Ellie interrupted back, saying, "Slut Brittany, since you don't seem to listen well, you've just answered the pussy or ass question. Curtis, go fuck the bride-to-be in the ass."

Horny as hell, but also intrigued by the power play between Mom and Ellie, which I knew wasn't yet over, I was torn.

However, Brittany's power play was definitely over, she was now thoroughly intimidated and she begged Miranda, "Can I please lick your pussy Miranda?"

"On your wedding day?" Miranda twisted the knife.

"Yes," Brittany admitted, her face red with shame.

"Say it."

"May I please lick your hot, wet pussy on my wedding day, Mistress Miranda?"

"Lick away, slut," Miranda ordered.

Brittany leaned forward and began licking her husband-to-be's ex-girlfriend's pussy.

"Go fuck her ass, Curtis," Ellie ordered me again.

Mom surprised Ellie by modifying the order, "Yes do, Curtis. But fuck Ellie first."

"Pardon me?" Ellie asked.

Mom was steadfast as she pledged, "I will submit to you unconditionally Ellie, divorce Ted and move in with you or you move in with me, but you must understand that I love my son. Curtis and I are a package deal."

"There was never any mention of any conditions to your submitting to me, you're my bitch now. Is that clear?" Ellie insisted threateningly.

Mom stood her ground, "Miranda never mentioned it as a condition, but this is my condition: either you accept Curtis, or you go home empty handed."

"W-w-hy you b-b-bitch!" Ellie stammered, angry adrenalin flooding her body as she glared first at my Mother and then at me. Time seemed to stand still as she took several deep breaths before she turned back to Mom, her tone now annoyed but not angry anymore. "Is that the only condition?"

"Yes, Mistress," Mom replied, "if you accept Curtis I'll be all yours," shifting instantly from firm and strong to compliant and submissive.

"Dammit," Ellie cursed, turning again to me, "Well played."

Miranda moaned to Brittany, "You eat pussy a lot better than your useless groom."

"You'd better be as good as your Mom and Miranda say you are, stud," Ellie said, challenging me.

"You'd better be as good as you say you are," I retorted, playing her game.

I took a step towards her and ordered, "On your knees, Ellie."

Ellie smirked as she walked over to me, "I'm no submissive, Curtis."

Reaching me, she reached down and unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and underwear down before pushing me onto the couch right beside Miranda. She yanked on my knees until I was lying on my back with my butt was right past the edge of the couch, then still facing me, she lifted up her dress, straddled me and slowly lowered her naked pussy onto my erect cock. I was hard enough that it needed no steadying: it rose up like a flagpole to meet her.

"Shiiiit," I moaned, as her warmth engulfed my cock.

"Your Mom is right Curtis, you have a damn nice cock," Ellie smiled, not submissively but more patronizingly as she began riding me, her big breasts bouncing up and down. I wanted to cup them in my hands, to suck on her erect nipples, but her dress, still completely in place above her waist, obstructed me.

As she rode my cock, she tightened her cunt around my cock, creating a sensation I'd never experienced before.

Noticing the impact her cunt was having on me, she assessed, "You like that don't you, big boy."

"Fuck, are you tight," I grunted.

"Tighter than your slut mother?" Ellie asked, grinding her body so perfectly on my cock.

I admitted, "Fuuuck, yes." I hated to throw Mom under the bus, but it was true.

"And don't you forget it," she purred, leaning her clothed tits into my face, only enhancing my frustration that I couldn't suck them into my mouth.

Ellie increased the speed and vigor of her cock-riding and soon I was groaning a warning, "I'm going to come soon."

Her pussy grip on my cock got even tighter as she continued, her tits bouncing in my face and a few seconds later her pussy was milking my cock as I sprayed my hot seed inside my fantasy teacher.

"Hmmmmm," she moaned smiling, sensing she was in control of the situation, and of me. I didn't think she was right, but I couldn't guarantee it. Her physical and psychological appeal was formidable.

She got off me leaving me wanting more, walked over to my Mom and ordered, "On your knees, slut."

I watched as Mom dropped to her knees.

"Want to taste my pussy filled with your son's cum?" Ellie asked.

Mom admitted, hungry as hell, "God, yes."

"Lick away slut, while we re-establish your proper place between your Mistress' legs," Ellie ordered, a glow on her face that showed how happy she was about finally getting my Mother back.

I watched as Mom leaned forward and licked my cum from Ellie, who looked particularly imposing as she towered above her slut.

I was torn away from one lesbian scene to another as Miranda screamed, "Fuuuuuuck, I'm coming, you little sluuuuuuuuut."

I turned to watch Miranda pull Brittany's face deep into her flooding cunt, covering the bride-to-be's face with an amazing amount of pussy juice. Miranda, attempting to humiliate Brittany as much as possible, began moving her hips up and down, washing Brittany's face in her flooding cum juice.

Thankfully I was eighteen and my just-fucked cock was already ready for round two. I stood up and raised the white bridal dress to see that the slutty little bride was sans panties and was wearing a white garter-belt and stockings.

Brittany tightened her ass cheeks as I moved behind her.

Miranda advised, letting go of Brittany's face, "I'd relax my butt hole if I were you. Curtis's cock is substantially bigger than that piece of shit you're about to marry."

Brittany looked back, her make-up a mess and her face shiny. "Please fuck my cunt."

"As you wish," I obliged, ignoring Ellie's instruction to me and sliding easily into her drenched cunt. "Holy shit is her cunt soaked, Miranda."

"Is that so?" Miranda asked. "Did licking your husband-to-be's ex-girlfriend's cunt get you off, Brittany?"

"Y-y-yes," she stammered, ashamed and already moaning as I slammed into her from behind.

"You know you are fucking another of my boyfriends," Miranda pointed out.

"S-s-sorry," she whimpered, as my cock filled her completely.

"It's ok," Miranda shrugged, "I'm sure Curtis won't mind fucking you anytime you want a real cock."

"T-t-thank you, Mistress," Brittany replied, which surprised both of us.

Ellie explained, "She is my gift to you since you are returning my slut to me. Going forward she'll do whatever you say and love it."

"Is that right, Brittany, you'll do anything I say?"

"Yes Mistress, anything!" Brittany replied earnestly as I began sliding my cock, still particularly sensitive from cumming in Ellie, in and out of her wet, warm sheath.

"Isn't that thoughtful?" Miranda smiled as she turned to watch her own Mistress eagerly licking Ellie's pussy.

"I thought so," Ellie smiled.

"Oh fuck, harder, fuck me harder," Brittany screamed to me, forgetting she was in a church.

Deciding to add to her humiliation, I slid out and without warning plunged my cock into her ridiculously tight ass.

"Holy shit, fuuuuuck, noooooo," Brittany whined, as she took all eight inches of my manhood in her backdoor.

"I want you to come with my cock in your ass, slut," I ordered, wanting to impress Ellie with my own dominant authority.

"Kkkkkkk," Brittany whimpered, as her left hand moved to her pussy and she began frantically rubbing herself.

"Aaaaaaah," Ellie moaned, as her long held back orgasm exploded out of her and onto the face of her reclaimed submissive, my Mom.

I watched my Mom lose herself in heartfelt submission to her long-resisted Mistress as her face was flooded with girl-cum and my cum and she licked maniacally, desperate to absorb every drop, lost in Ellie's world and thrilled to be home at last! I was glad for her even while continuing to sodomize my girlfriend's ex's fiancée. This was another new high during my past few weeks of high after high!

"Come in her ass, baby," Miranda purred to me.

"I will, baby," I promised, adding, "but having just cum in slut Ellie it may take a while."

Ellie turned to me with a scowl and objected, "Slut Ellie?"

Going for broke, sensing I had control of the situation, I ordered the big-busted teacher, "Slut Ellie, get between Miranda's legs and get licking." Instinctively I knew that one trick to establishing dominance over someone was to order them to do something they already longed to do, and I'd been noticing the way Ellie had been lusting after my girlfriend.

Ellie glared at me. My Mom, sensing this was a critical moment in her future, backed her head away from her Mistress's cunt and watched from her submissive position on her knees as I looked steadily at Ellie even as I continued to pound the bride's tight ass.

"Oh god, I'm so close," Brittany moaned, unaware of the tension between the rest of us.

Miranda too looked steadily at Ellie, an inviting smile on her face as she reclined back on the couch, her glistening pink pussy singing a siren's song of wet sounds from between her wide-spread legs as she slowly fingered herself. Given the devoted commitment she already had to my Mom and to me, she felt no temptation to submit to Ellie, but she was very willing to offer herself as bait. She was irresistible and she knew it.

Ellie resisted for a full minute, but as I expected, walked over to the couch, dropped to her knees and crawled between Miranda's legs.

I winked at Mom who was stunned by the power shift and Miranda winked at me as Ellie's tongue began licking her pussy and she began moaning loudly. Even in defeat (but only temporary?) Ellie's skills around a pussy were amazing.

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I roughly slammed into the bride, treating her like the fuck-toy she was, eager to shoot a full load in her ass. Sensing she needed a verbal push to come, I bombarded her with nasty names, "Come my ass-slut, my bride cunt, our pussy pleaser. I want you thinking of my big cock in your ass as you walk down the aisle, as you say your vows with my cum in your ass, as you kiss your new husband with his ex's pussy juice on your lips. Come now, you fucking slut!"

"Fuuuuuuuck, yeeeeeeees," she screamed as her orgasm came crashing through her.

Her ass tightened around my cock milking it, as I filled her ass with my white seed, while her orgasm continued to course through her.

Just as I finished spraying, there was a knock on the door.

"Brittany, you ok?" a voice called, trying to open the locked door.

Brittany's eyes went big as she replied, "Yes, just stubbed my toe."

All of us in lightening quick speed abandoned our acts of sin and got ourselves looking respectable.

Ellie, her own face shiny with pussy juice, took control of her recent conquest, "Have a good wedding day, slut."

"Thank you, Mistress," Brittany replied, as she stood up. "Shit, cum is leaking out of my ass."

As Miranda, Mom and I left the way we'd come in, Ellie grabbed from a desk the white matching panties that went with Brittany's garter-belt and helped put them on the flustered and well-fucked bride.

"I want this cum leaking into your underwear as a constant reminder that you have two Mistresses and a Master. Is that understood?"

"Yes," Brittany replied, as there was more knocking at the door.

"Open up, Brittany," a different voice called.

We left the room, Ellie bringing up the rear with the biggest smile on her face.

Once we were outside, Ellie took my Mom's hand and said, shocking us all, "I love you, Alexis. I accept your condition of submission to me; I can't let you ever get away from me again."

"I love you too, Ellie," Mom replied with a sweetness and sincerity that were about love, not submission.

Miranda took my hand and whispered into my ear, "I told you I'd get you Ellie."

The four of us walked around to the front of the church as two couples looking elegant but smelling of sex, ignoring the odd looks we received from the other wedding guests.

"Miranda, glad you could make it," Kristina said, a co-worker from the TV station.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world," Miranda smiled, the four of us barely able to hold in our laughter at the nuances behind Miranda's words.

"You look radiant," Kristina added, seeing Miranda's glow and giving her cheek a saucy, knowing little lick.

"Well, having a young boyfriend has really rejuvenated me again, I feel eighteen again," Miranda said, squeezing my hand.

"Awesome," Kristina laughed. "We'll touch base at the wedding reception."

"I'll count on that," Miranda agreed, definitely implying some touching.

I watched the black beauty walk away, her bubble butt delicious, as Miranda stuck an elbow in my ribs, "Her too?"

"What? No, I was, just..." I babbled.

"Never had any chocolate?" Ellie asked.

"No," I admitted.

Miranda smiled as she led me into the church, "We'll have to change that."

Mom and Ellie laughed about something just between the two of them as I once again realized that I had the best girlfriend in the world.

I could barely contain myself during the entire ceremony.

Brittany walked slightly bowlegged down the aisle, the aftermath of my big cock in her ass having unexpected side effects. Her face was ruby red and she was extremely fidgety as she said her vows with my cum leaking out of her ass. Lastly, the puzzled look on Mark's face was utterly priceless as he clearly smelt sex on his bride's face as he kissed her for the first time as his wife.

Once the service was done, we stepped out into the fresh Vegas air. Ellie dragged Mom to a taxi and assumedly back to the hotel.

Miranda looked at me with yet another strange look in her eyes as she said, "You said you love me and you meant it, right?"

"With all my heart," I confirmed, taking her hands in mine.

"Do you want to do something fucking crazy?" she asked.

"Crazier than fucking a bride in the ass just before she's about to get married?" I asked, eyebrows raised.

"Actually, yes," Miranda smiled, "Crazier than fucking a bride in the ass, crazier than giving your Mom a facial in an elevator before sending her out in public and crazier than seducing Ellie the way we did."

"You have me curious," I replied, wondering what else she could have in mind, the only thought was Kristina, but even our sharing some hot chocolate couldn't outdo the craziness of everything else we'd done so far.

She lowered herself to her knees right here in front of the church with people beginning to stare, and my eyes went big, thinking this was too brazen even for her. I began to say, "Damn girl, not here,' but was interrupted by the shocking words coming out of her mouth.

"Curtis Charlesworth, will you marry me?" she asked with the same vulnerability as this morning.

My heart melted and I knew the answer without thinking. I pulled her up, kissed her passionately and fell down to one knee myself, deciding if we were going to do this we were going to do this right. "I'll ask the questions if you don't mind, my pet. Miranda Collington, will you marry me?"

"Yes, baby," she smiled and I stood back up and kissed her with a mixture of tenderness, passion and dominance.

When our kiss finally broke to the sounds of applause from wedding guests and passersby alike, Miranda said, "So we need to really hurry if we're going to get married today."

"Today?" I repeated, surprised by her words.

"Well, when in Rome," she shrugged, leading me to a taxi. "But first I need a dress without any cum stains on it."

THE END

The sixth part in this series, What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White was released in December 2013.